Vivian's recuperation was visible two days after she was released from the hospital, a gentle return to the world she previously knew. Louis tentatively approached the subject of their living arrangements after finishing the discharge formalities. "Would you mind staying with me? I want us to be close so you can recall our shared memories more quickly," he said, his words tinged with hope. Vivian shook her head, watching the expressions on his face. His brief disappointment tugged at her emotions, and she knew the depth of his adoration was genuine. "I'd rather you stay with me at my place," she finally added, expressing a need for routine and some sort of control in a life that had suddenly been turned upside down. Louis's face lit up, a stark contrast to the stern mask he usually wore. The powerful guy, who was always so composed, reveled in the simple confirmation of a lady he adored. He leaned forward and kissed her on the cheek, a show of love. He contacted his assistant righ
The kiss persisted, and neither of them appeared to want to break it. However, as the tension grew, Vivian softly pushed Louis away, bit her lip, and murmured, "Just one kiss. That's all there is to it.""Thanks, bae," Louis muttered as he took a step back, his hand caressing his lips. "It's quite tasty."Vivian's cheeks turned pink, and she muttered, "You smudged my lipstick!"Vivian motioned for Louis to stand still after the kiss; her hands intended to continue applying his makeup, but she paused for a second. His fierce and scorching look made her uneasy. "Close your eyes," she said, trying to temper the fire in his gaze, which threatened to distract her.Louis closed his eyes and surrendered to her touch. Vivian worked painstakingly in the silence that followed, her hands steady as she etched the image of a skeleton onto his skin.Vivian took a step back after thirty minutes, when it was completed satisfactorily. "Open your eyes," she said, motioning with her hand. When Louis agr
Louis shattered the stillness, his whisper slicing through the gloom, "I love you, Viv. Beyond anything else." His tone, a tender stroke, acted as a balm to the storm of sentiments raging within Vivian. Silence was her response, her heartbeat a drumbeat of confusion, as she navigated through her maelstrom of apprehensions and longing. Her memory of their shared past was a blank slate.In a surge of impulsivity, Vivian cast aside the pillow, her action louder than any spoken word. The chasm between them closed as Louis encircled her in his embrace, pulling her to him. Vivian sought refuge in his arms, her head against his chest, attuned to the consistent beat of his heart. Tears cascaded down her cheeks, the reason for her weeping unclear, possibly the purest expression of her soul.Louis's hand gently swept across Vivian's back. "Life without you is unimaginable," he murmured, his breath a warm caress on her nape.Elevating her gaze to his, the anguish in his look, the unfiltered sinc
Louis returned home to a silence that was unsettling. The absence of Vivian's presence turned the once comforting space into a void that echoed with his growing concern. He waited until nightfall, hope dwindling with each passing hour, but there was no sign of her. Desperation clawed at his chest as he dialed her number, only to be met with the cold indifference of a voicemail. Kristen's line was equally unyielding, offering no solace, no clue to Vivian's whereabouts.Panic set in, a relentless tide that washed over him, urging action. He drove to Kristen's house, the urgency of his mission fueling his speed. But the house stood silent, its windows dark, a mute testament to his deepest fears. Vivian was nowhere to be found.His mind raced as he contacted his private investigator, the words tumbling out in a frantic plea for assistance. "Find her," he implored, the command a lifeline thrown into the vast uncertainty that had engulfed him.Attempts to reach Otis, Kristen's boyfriend, yi
Two months had slipped by since Vivian retreated to this peaceful corner of the world, a decision shrouded in silence. As she sat on the bench, hands gently resting on her growing belly, she whispered apologies to the life stirring within her. "My dear child, I'm so sorry. I'm just so afraid that your father might not truly love me," she confessed to the soft breeze, her voice a blend of love and fear.Her solitude was interrupted by the rustle of the newspaper she picked up, the headlines grabbing her attention with a shock so profound it felt physical. Emma and Steven, caught in a web of conspiracy and attempted murder against Brian. The reality seemed too surreal, too distant from the life she once knew.The phone rang, pulling her further from her thoughts. Kristen's voice crackled through, tinged with disbelief. "Vivian, have you heard? Emma and Steven were arrested for trying to kill Brian.""Yes, I saw," Vivian replied, the weight of the news settling in. "I can't believe they w
In the morning, we greeted the room with a symphony of golden sunlight, embellishing the space with a stunning waterfall of mild rays flowing through the window. Its warmth kissed every area, pouring life into its surroundings. The place felt alive, as though infused with magical energy that transformed it into a magnificent refuge. In this peaceful atmosphere, Vivian Young appeared, a vision of brilliant beauty. Her delicate body was enhanced by the flowing silk robe, which mimicked her beautiful motions. She approached the mirror, and her eyes met the reflection of her wide smile, which grew with each passing second - an embodiment of pure happiness. She remembered everything that had happened. It had only been the night before that Brian Evans, the man she had loved for three years, had dropped to one knee before her, his voice filled with unshakable devotion as he whispered those enchanting words, "Would you marry me?" Without hesitation, she embraced him, embracing his proposal
Vivian woke up, her eyes widening as she took in the sterile white ceiling. It slowly dawned on her that she was in a hospital. "What's going on?" Vivian wondered aloud. She could only recall feeling exhausted and gradually losing consciousness. But who had brought her to the hospital? A familiar face entered the room, approaching Vivian's bedside. It was Kristen Gomez, her childhood best friend, who had been studying abroad in France. Vivian was surprised to see Kristen standing there. Kristen chuckled at Vivian's astonished expression. "You're surprised, aren't you? I arrived this morning," she said. Kristen explained that as soon as she landed at the airport, she rushed to Vivian's house. To her dismay, she found Vivian lying motionless on the floor and immediately called for an ambulance. "How long are you planning to stay?" Vivian asked. "I'll be here for a week, and then I'll head back to France, I want to stay here forever…”Kristen replied, but her gaze suddenly shifte
Vivian seamlessly merged into the kaleidoscope of vibrant lights in the bar, her presence an enigmatic blend of excitement and anticipation. She had never been one to embrace the party scene, but tonight was different—a night to shatter her own rules and obliterate the remnants of her ex-boyfriend from her mind. Gazing at her reflection in the mirror, Vivian felt an electrifying surge of beauty and confidence. The short black dress clung to her like a second skin, accentuating her every curve. It had been an eternity since she had felt this alive, this radiant. From this moment onward, her love would be reserved exclusively for herself. Taking her seat at the bar, Vivian's delicate hand wrapped around a glass of wine, a conduit for the elixir of anticipation that coursed through her veins. In the past, she had held a disdain for alcohol, but tonight, it fascinated her, unravelling a realm of intoxicating possibilities. Her slender legs gracefully swayed to the rhythm of the music, i