ANMELDEN***Vivienne’s POV***Alexander looked at me for a few seconds after I spoke, and then he smiled. It was the kind of smile adults used when a child said something unreasonable, calm, certain, and completely dismissive.Something in my chest tightened painfully.“Vivienne, this is not funny,” he said in a steady tone. “Even if you and Olivia have conflicts at work, you should not joke about something like this.”I did not respond.Of course he did not believe me. He never would.Olivia had worked with him for years, and in his eyes she was loyal, capable, and professional. She had a long-term boyfriend as well, so from his perspective, the idea that she liked him was absurd. Everything about his reasoning was clean and logical.Which meant that I, in comparison, sounded irrational.Jealous. Dramatic. Perhaps even insecure.A quiet stillness settled inside me.It became clear again that he did not truly trust me, not in the way that mattered. Not deeply.There had been a time when I beli
***Vivienne’s POV ***I looked up at him, disbelief written plainly across my face.During all the years I had spent at the Ashford residence, Alexander had always maintained that same careful distance with me. He was never cold enough to hurt me, yet never warm enough to invite closeness.He existed beside me like a shadow, present and polite, but never truly involved.So seeing him now, standing in front of me with a cake in his hand as though it were the most natural thing in the world, felt unreal.“Don’t like it?” he asked when he noticed my expression.I shook my head instinctively, then nodded again, embarrassed by my own reaction.How could I not like it?I had seen classmates bring cakes from this bakery before. Their pastries were expensive, the kind that appeared casually in the lives of people far wealthier than I had ever been.I had only tasted it once, long ago, when my father took me there on a rare afternoon.Even now, I could remember the delicate sweetness melting o
***Vivienne’s POV ***Olivia stood in front of me with a faint smile on her lips.“Director Vivienne, congratulations on your recovery.”Her tone was polite, but the mockery beneath it was impossible to miss.I met her gaze calmly.“Thank you, Director Olivia.”Her eyes swept over me slowly, measuring, evaluating.“You were absent for several days. I almost thought you were too ashamed to come back.”A soft laugh escaped me.“Director Olivia seems to be in a very good mood, even after losing half of your year-end bonus. That must be a considerable amount. Yet you still have the energy to come here and provoke me. It seems you truly do not mind losing so much money.”Her smile faltered for a brief moment before she composed herself.“Vivienne, do you really think you have won?”I raised my brow slightly.“What do you mean?”She leaned closer, lowering her voice.“Do you truly believe that incident was only an intern’s mistake?”I fell silent.Of course I knew the truth.It had been Oli
*** Vivienne’s POV ***Today, Alexander drove himself to the hospital, so I opened the passenger door and sat beside him. I pulled the seatbelt across my chest and fastened it securely, settling into the silence that immediately filled the car.He sat in the driver’s seat but did not start the engine right away. Instead, he leaned back slightly and lifted his hand to loosen his collar, as if something about the moment made him uncomfortable.Then he spoke in a calm, almost casual tone.“Did you tell the doctor that I am your ex-husband?”The moment I heard that, my heart jumped sharply in my chest.For a brief second, fear rose in my throat. I wondered if he already knew about my pregnancy. I turned my gaze toward him from the corner of my eyes, trying to read his expression without drawing attention.My hands had been resting on my lap, but without thinking, one of them moved to my stomach. My fingers curled slightly, instinctively protective.I forced myself to stay calm. I could no
***Vivienne’s POV Cont ***I swallowed hard, my throat tight and sour. My chest felt heavy, my thoughts tangled, but I forced myself to stand still in front of Alexander’s desk, holding onto what little composure I had left.“I don’t think Isabella Blackwood’s public image aligns with this product,” I said.“She’s known for a cold, elegant persona. This campaign requires warmth and relatability.”I explained everything clearly, professionally, because this was my field. Branding was something I understood better than anyone in that room.Alexander barely reacted.He looked at me as if the discussion itself was insignificant.“That’s your responsibility,” he said flatly. “Not mine.”“You’ll figure it out. You always do.”Then he added, almost casually, “This endorsement is important for Isabella. You’ll personally supervise the entire process.”His tone was calm. Detached.As if he were assigning a routine task.Not forcing me to work closely with the woman he loved.My face felt stiff
***Vivienne’s POV Cont ***Alexander took a slow breath before speaking, and even before he said anything, I already knew his answer would revolve around Isabella.He said she was mentally unstable and that leaving her alone would be dangerous. As I listened, a deep sense of helplessness spread quietly through my chest. No matter how many times we had this conversation, he never seemed to understand the one thing I kept trying to tell him.Isabella’s condition had nothing to do with me.I did not want to be dragged into the responsibility of caring about another woman who was tied to my husband in ways I could never accept.I had seen Isabella that morning. She looked perfectly fine. Composed. Aware. Far from unstable.But I knew if I said that, Alexander would only look at me with disappointment and accuse me of lacking empathy again.So I kept my voice cold and steady.“Even if she wasn’t in danger, you would have gone anyway,” I said. “Because you care about her. There’s no need to







