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Mr Ex, Call me your uncle's wife now. 64
Vivian's POVThe unknown number lingered in my mind long after I ended the call. I had said nothing, listening to the silence stretch between us before the line went dead. No explanation. No follow-up. Just those words, hanging in the air like a question mark.“Mrs. Blackwell. I think we need to talk.”I tried to shake it off, telling myself it was a wrong number, a prank, anything but what my gut was screaming it might be. But the thought burrowed into my skull like a parasite, feeding on my anxiety. Who was that? What did they want? And why now, when everything already felt like it was crumbling around me?By the time I reached home, the house was dark and empty. Ethan wasn't back yet. I didn't know if I was relieved or disappointed. I climbed the stairs, showered, and collapsed into bed, but sleep didn't come easily. My mind replayed Sandra's threats, the mystery caller, the whole event of the day. It was a symphony of chaos, and I was the conductor, unable to stop the music.The n
Mr Ex, Call me your uncle's wife now. 63
Vivian's POVThe morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting golden streaks across the bedroom floor. I dragged myself out of bed, showered, and got dressed.Work was a blur. I went through the motions, answering emails, attending meetings, pretending to be present when my mind was elsewhere. Claire noticed my distraction, shooting me concerned glances from her desk, but she didn't press.By the time I left the office, the sun was beginning its descent, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink. I walked to the parking garage, my heels clicking against the concrete, the sound echoing in the empty space. My car was where I had left it, parked in the corner spot I always took.I slid into the driver's seat, set my purse on the passenger side, and started the engine. The car hummed to life, and I pulled out of the garage, merging into the evening traffic. The city was alive around me, people rushing home, lights flickering on in windows.I was about ten minutes into my drive w
Mr Ex, Call me your uncle's wife now. 62
Vivian's POVThe rain continued to pound against the pavement as Ethan carried me effortlessly toward his car. His arms were firm around me, one supporting my back, the other cradling my legs. I was acutely aware of how small I felt in his grip, how easily he held me as if I weighed nothing at all. The umbrella he had been holding was now abandoned on the ground, forgotten, as he protected me from the downpour with his own body.I didn't speak. I couldn't. My throat was raw from crying, my body trembling from the cold, my mind spinning with everything that had happened. The hospital. My mother, Derek, and now Ethan, appearing out of nowhere like some kind of guardian angel.He opened the passenger door of his sleek black car and gently lowered me into the seat. The leather was warm, a stark contrast to the cold that had seeped into my bones. Before I could say anything, he shrugged off his suit jacket and draped it over my shoulders. The fabric was heavy and warm, carrying the faint
Mr Ex, Call me your uncle's wife now. 61
Vivian's POVDr. Reyes was standing by the bed, reviewing a chart. She looked up when I entered, her expression gentle. "Mrs. Blackwell. Thank you for coming so quickly.""What happened?" My voice cracked. "How is she?”"She had a seizure this morning. We've stabilized her, but her vitals are weaker than before. We're monitoring her closely, but I want to be honest with you… her condition is declining."The words hit me like a blow. I reached for the chair beside the bed, sinking into it. My mother's hand was resting on the blanket, pale and thin. I reached out and took it, feeling the warmth of her skin, the faint pulse beneath."Is there anything you can do?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper."We're doing everything we can. But I want you to be prepared, Mrs. Blackwell. We can't really tell what might happen in this situation.”The tears came then, hot and silent, streaming down my cheeks. I didn't try to stop them. I just sat there, holding my mother's hand, watching the rise and
Mr Ex, Call me your uncle's wife now. 60
Vivian's POVDerek turned fully, that slow smile still playing on his lips. He looked the same… confident, polished, utterly full of himself. His suit was tailored perfectly, his hair styled just so. He looked like he owned the room, like he owned everything he looked at. The arrogance in his posture was still there."You can't be serious," I muttered."Vivian." He said my name like it was a song he'd been humming for years. "You look really beautiful. Marrying a rich business man suits you. You even have your own office.”"Don't." I held up a hand, stopping him before he could take another step. "Don't do that. Who even let you inside this company in the first place?” He tilted his head, amused. The corner of his mouth twitched upward, like he found this entertaining. "I came to see you. Is that a crime?""Yes. It is." I crossed my arms, keeping distance between us. The fabric of my blazer felt stiff against my skin. "You don't get to show up unannounced and uninvited Derek. Why are
Mr Ex, Call me your uncle's wife now. 59
Vivian's POVThe mansion was dark when I pulled into the driveway. Every window black, every room silent. I sat in the car for a moment, my hands still gripping the steering wheel, my eyes fixed on the house ahead. The engine ticked as it cooled, the only sound in the stillness.I stepped out, my heels clicking against the pavement as I walked toward the front door. The night air was cool, carrying the faint scent of jasmine from the garden. I paused at the threshold, looking back over my shoulder at the empty driveway, the quiet street beyond. Nothing. Just darkness and the occasional streetlight.I went inside, locked the door behind me, and told myself to forget about it.The kitchen was empty when I walked in. A plate of food sat on the counter, covered with plastic wrap, a note beside it in the housekeeper's handwriting: Dinner for you ma'am, if you're hungry.I wasn't. But I picked at the edges of the chicken anyway, standing at the counter in my bare feet, the silence pressing
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