All Chapters of Beneath the Broken Vows: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

The journey back to Northbrook was filled with deep silence, the unease from the meeting at Dr. Marcus's office hanging over them like a looming thunderstorm. Cecilia occupied the passenger seat, her fingers clutching her phone firmly as Annie shifted restlessly in the backseat. Ethan, always calm and steady, kept his eyes on the road ahead. Even though his jaw was tight, it hinted at the frustration he felt inside.When they arrived at Annie's apartment complex, the night had turned chilly. The three exited, the cold air biting their skin as they rushed indoors. Ethan moved behind the two women into the homely, inviting space of the living room, where the weight of their unfinished task pressed heavily on them all.Cecilia was unable to remain seated. She walked back and forth across the room, her steps softened by the light carpet. Her mind reeled with memories of the turmoil at Dr. Marcus's office, the intense argument looping in her head repeatedly. Every step she made appeared to

Andrew faced Cecilia again, but his expression was difficult to interpret. "Therefore, you want me to accept this as true?" "Moreover, this can be written and performed effectively?" Cecilia's hands clenched into fists. Fury ignited within her, yet she compelled herself to stay composed. She anticipated that it would be difficult for him to accept this, but his casual dismissal of the truth enraged her. "Is that all you derived from that audio clip?" she inquired, her tone icy. "Andrew, isn't it clear that I am free of cancer?" "That I have been living in dread all this time due to the wicked scheme involving your wife and that cursed doctor?" She observed him intently, looking for any indication that her words were resonating with him. However, Andrew's face stayed unfaltering, his jaw locked firmly. His devotion to Vivian was unwavering which is clouding his judgment. Andrew's gaze deepened. "Don't say such bad things about my wife," he retorted. "Remember that she is the Luna o

Vivian walked to and fro, her wolf agitated beneath her surface. Her claws seemed on the verge of extending as rage coursed through her veins like a raging fire. She gripped her phone tightly, breathing heavily. The betrayal hurt profoundly, more than any injury she had ever experienced in combat. "My love, so Cecilia visited your office and concocted a falsehood about me, and you believed it?" Vivian's voice was piercing, quivering with suppressed rage. "Is that what you think of me, Andrew?" You don't even have faith in your wife? "Do you trust a stranger more than me?" Andrew's voice sounded strained on the other end. "Vivian, you're aware that Cecilia isn't a stranger... which is why it was difficult for me to come to terms with everything." Vivian emitted a soft growl, her claws sinking into the wooden armrest of the chair next to her. "However, you are aware that Cecilia is not a stranger!" She and her wicked associates conspired with Dr. Marcus, and they set me up! Her wolf

As the fashion showcase was about to end for the day, Vivian surveyed the surroundings with her eyes in search of the host, Mrs. Hawkins, her friend from her college days, to inform her that she wanted to return to the hotel where she lodged. She quietly moved away from the show arena, the sharp click of her four-inch heels resounding on the ground. The night breeze was so heavy that it made her start feeling cold, coiling around her as if she wanted to freeze. As Vivian quietly walked into the waiting black Mercedes-Benz. The quiet sounds of the city and the soft glow of streetlights with the quiet city sounds, made a soothing sound as she leaned back, feeling so exhausted from that day's event. Her driver smoothly navigated the city's winding streets, taking quicker routes to dodge the heavy late-night traffic. Vivian released a heavy, exhausted sigh, pressing her fingers to her temples as memories of the night swirled in her mind and the creeping grasp of exhaustion weaving thr

Vivian gave Andrew a nod on his back, yet he held onto her tightly, his arms encircling her waist like a wolf that was not ready to release its partner. Andrew's warm body embraced Vivian, his aroma smelling like a freshly plucked rose flower, and something uniquely about him that drew Vivian's attention. "Please follow me, my darling wife," Andrew whispered in Vivian's ear, his tone full of a gentle plea "Stop this thing you're attempting to play with me because it won't happen." she objected weakly, trying to move Andrew's hands out of her waist. "I ask once more, will you come with me, please?" His request was soft, but mixed with a deeper passion, that makes it different. Listening to the pure emotion in his voice and noticing how his golden-colored eyes moved showing his vulnerability, Vivian noticed her defenses from not following his request melt away like ice in the sunlight. Before she had the opportunity to say anything to him, Andrew effortlessly lifted her, bringing