تسجيل الدخولVivienne was sent to jail by Connor and Alexander, which became their greatest mistake.Somehow, she was bailed out before they could even finish questioning her, and by the time Jade found out, she was already gone.He was furious and worried at the same time.He had specifically told them to lock her in one of his abandoned houses until they had gathered enough evidence to determine what she had planned, but Connor and Alexander had insisted that sending her to jail was the safer and more legitimate option.Now Vivienne's whereabouts were unknown, and Jade couldn't shake the feeling that they had made it far too easy for her to disappear.That crazy woman was capable of going to any extent just to have him, and after everything they had uncovered about her obsession, Jade no longer underestimated what she could do.******Four days later, the morning began far too peacefully.That was the first thing Clara noticed.There was something almost unnatural about how quiet the Lockwood ma
Then Jade spodrained low but trembling with barely restrained anger. “What happened after the accident?” Vivienne went still, the color slowly draining from her face as the memory came rushing back. “You left,” he said, not asking anymore but stating the truth she had spent years trying to bury. Vivienne slowly nodded, her lips trembling. “I panicked.” Jade's jaw tightened. “You left her there.” “I was terrified.” “You left her there!” Vivienne swallowed hard, tears beginning to gather in her eyes again. “I didn't know she would—” “You left my wife, damn it!” His voice shook, and for a moment the anger in his eyes was overshadowed by something far deeper—pain. “You left the mother of my children bleeding on the road.” Vivienne closed her eyes as if she could somehow escape the weight of those words. “I thought she was dead.” Jade stared at her, his expression hardening. “She was.” The words were quiet, but they carried more pain than a shout ever could. “And you walked a
For several seconds, nobody moved. Vivienne stood between Alexander and Connor, her carefully constructed composure beginning to crumble beneath the weight of everyone's questions. Jade remained in front of Clara and the children, his body instinctively shielding them from her, while Clara watched Vivienne with narrowed eyes. Something about the woman's last words bothered her. Vivienne had deliberately mentioned the night Lena died, and she had done it with the confidence of someone who believed she still possessed a card powerful enough to turn the situation in her favor. Whatever she had been hiding, Clara could tell it wasn't something Vivienne intended to reveal out of guilt. She was using the secret as leverage. Jade's voice was dangerously calm when he finally spoke. "You said I don't know what happened the night Lena died. So tell me." Vivienne looked at him for a long moment, then smiled faintly. "You really want to hear it?" "I want the truth." "You may not like it
Vivienne stared at him as though he had physically struck her. Jade squeezed Clara's hand. "Lena was my first love." His voice softened for only a moment, and Clara's heart tightened at the honesty in his words. She knew there would always be a place in Jade's heart reserved for the woman he had lost, and she had never wanted to erase that part of him. Lena had been his past, the mother of his children, and someone he had genuinely loved. But that did not mean the past could be resurrected simply because another woman had stolen her face. "And I will always respect the woman she was," Jade continued. Then his expression hardened again. "However, the woman standing in front of me is not Lena." His eyes became cold. "And I don't love her." Vivienne's entire body trembled. "You don't mean that." "I do," Jade said calmly. "You loved Lena!" Vivienne screamed. "I did." Jade nodded. "Then you should love me!" Vivienne continued screaming. Jade stared at her. "Why?" Vivien
The next morning, the Lockwood mansion felt strangely quiet. The children were in the living room, watching a cartoon, but even their laughter seemed softer than usual. Clara sat beside them, occasionally running her fingers through Sophie's hair while Emily leaned against her side. Lucas sat on the opposite couch with his phone in his hand, though he hadn't looked at the screen for several minutes. Something was different, and none of them could quite put their finger on it. The mansion was still their home, the same walls surrounded them, and the same familiar routines should have brought them comfort, yet there was an uneasiness hanging over everything. Jade had been gone since early morning. Alexander and Connor had left shortly after breakfast, and neither man had explained where they were going. Clara already knew, however. They were going to bring Vivienne back. She had gone out the night before, and never returned. For the first time since the woman had walked into
Vivienne Ashford!Not the woman they had seen recently, but a younger Vivienne standing beside a vehicle.Another photograph followed. Vivienne talking to a mechanic.Then, in another photograph, Vivienne was handing someone an envelope.Then another picture appeared. Vivienne was entering a private garage.Jade stared at the photographs without blinking. The pieces finally fit together with horrifying precision. Vivienne hadn't simply taken advantage of Lena's death. She had created it. She had removed the woman standing between herself and the life she wanted, then disappeared long enough to transform herself into the person she had envied for years."She killed Lena! She fucking killed my wife!"Nobody answered. They didn't need to. Because the evidence was enough.For six years, Jade had believed that the woman he loved had died in a tragic accident. He had mourned her. He had buried her. He had raised their children while carrying the weight of her absence, forcing himself to
Clara’s heart shattered the moment she saw them. For a brief moment, she remained frozen at the top of the staircase, her fingers gripping the railing as a crushing wave of emotion surged violently through her chest. The three children looked painfully small standing in the center of the vast l
Clara's eyes flew open as a sharp, ragged gasp tore from her throat. Her chest heaved violently, as though she had just been dragged from the crushing depths of a frozen ocean, and her lungs burned as she sucked in air again and again, each breath loud and uneven. Her body trembled uncontroll
Clara Whitmore lay sprawled across the cold marble floor, her body trembling faintly as a dark pool of blood spread beneath her like a blooming crimson flower. The chill of the marble seeped mercilessly into her skin, though under normal circumstances she would have hated such cold. Clara had
The living room remained frozen in stunned silence after the slaps. No one moved. No one even seemed to breathe. Vanessa still sat on the floor exactly where she had fallen, her once elegant posture shattered as both hands clutched her burning cheeks. Her entire body trembled faintly as she







