บททั้งหมดของ No Longer Yours, Ex Husband: บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

[Vivienne]I stand there, watching her lose her mind, part of me wanting to laugh in her face.She’s throwing a tantrum like a spoiled child.I mean, she doesn’t even know me, yet she’s so quick to accuse me of something I have nothing to do with.“You done?” I finally ask, already over this conversation. I feel bad for her, I really do. But she should know better than to act so crazy in the first place.She glares at me, eyes wild. “You think this is funny? You think you can just waltz in and take what’s mine? You’re nothing but a pathetic wannabe, playing dress-up in a world you don’t belong in.”I cross my arms over my chest. “If that’s what you need to tell yourself, go ahead. But here’s the thing, Tanya—if you really mattered to him, you wouldn’t be out here screaming at me. You’d be with him.”Her face twists with rage, and for a second, I think she might actually try to lunge at me again, but the guards tighten their grip, keeping her in check.“You bitch!” she screeches, her v

[Vivienne]Madam Bane gestures for me to take a seat. I do so, feeling a little nervous. I’m not sure what to expect, but I have a feeling it’s going to be something unexpected.“I’m glad you came,” she says, taking a seat across from me. “I’ve been wanting to meet you for some time now.”I blink, surprised. “You have?”She nods. “Yes. I’ve heard a lot about you. And I must say, I’m impressed. You’re a very talented young woman, and you have a bright future ahead of you.”I can’t help but blush at the compliment.“Thank you, but I’m not sure I deserve that. I mean, we might not be talking about the same things.”She laughs, her voice rich and melodious. “Oh, but I am. I know a lot about you. I know, for example, how you saved my son from being poisoned a few years ago. And I know that you have a very strong will, one that could change the world if you wanted it to.”I shift in my seat, uncomfortable with the praise. “I… I didn’t do anything. It was just a coincidence that I was there.

[Vivienne]I look into his eyes and shake my head, already regretting what I’m about to say.“I’m sorry, but I can’t. I have a life outside of this. This was only meant to be a small vacation to clear my head. But it turns out, there’s no such thing as clearing one’s head. There’s always drama…and something to make life even more complicated.”I hear him sigh, his handsome face shifting into a frown. “I understand.”He leans back and nods, then stands to his full height. “You should rest now. Lunch will be ready soon. Mother would love it if you could join us.”He leaves, but I continue to feel terrible.It’s not that I don’t want to help him, but I don’t think I’m the right person for it. My life back home is already a mess that I’m still trying to fix. There’s no way I can afford any more complications in my life right now.After a while, the door creaks open again. I look up, expecting to see Alexander, but it’s an old maid who looks too much like Mrs Sullivan, her expression as ti

[Vivienne]We drive in silence for a while, and I start to feel the tension ease ever so slowly. Sure, I’m still strung like a tightly wound coil, but at least I’ve calmed down enough not to burst into tears anymore.But maybe it’s because I’m now filled with deep annoyance and anger. I want so badly to scream and break something. I feel like I have so much rage inside me that if I don’t find a way to vent it all out, I’ll just explode. But I don’t say any of that. I have a feeling that no matter what I say, Alexander is not going to change his mind.Thankfully, the drive that feels like it lasts ages finally comes to a stop. He pulls the car over under the shade of a tree, and I don’t waste another second sitting inside next to him.“Ms. Sinclair!” he calls from behind me.But I don’t wait, don’t stop, don’t turn. I keep walking and walking and walking until my legs hurt, and I’m as hot as the sun.When I feel like I don’t have even a sliver of strength left in me, I sink to my knees

[Vivienne]“I think the simplest way to handle this situation is to take responsibility,” one of the men employed by Alexander says. He appears to be in his early forties, tall and good-looking, with an air of maturity about him.His name is… Duke, I think? Or at least that’s what Alexander introduced him as when he joined us on Alexander’s private plane.Oh, and yes, he’s taking me back to the Bahamas—something about Caden causing all kinds of problems for him.I’ll be honest, I have no idea what Caden is even doing at my hotel. How did he even know I was there? Or that I took a vacation in the first place?“You want me to admit that I kidnapped her?” Alexander asks, sounding more annoyed than confused. “That’s the best you can come up with?”Duke shakes his head, leaning forward. “No, that’s not what I said.”“Then what ARE you saying?”The two of them glare at each other before Duke leans back and sighs. “I’m saying that she needs to take responsibility.”“Wait, what?” I can’t help