All Chapters of Mr Ex, Call me your uncle's wife now.: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Vivian's POVThe descent into Havenport was like entering another world. The plane cut through a blanket of soft clouds, and suddenly there it was… a sprawling coastline of golden sand and turquoise water, the ocean stretching out endlessly toward the horizon. I pressed my hand against the window, taking in the amazing sight.Sophie stirred beside me, blinking sleepily. "Are we there?""Yeah," I said softly. "We're here."She sat up, her eyes widening as she caught her first glimpse of the view. "Oh, wow. Okay, this was a good idea."Nathan leaned across the aisle, his gaze following mine out the window. "Havenport's beautiful this time of year. Quiet, too. Not many tourists.""You've been here before?" I asked, turning to look at him."A couple of times. My family used to come here when I was a kid." He smiled, a distant warmth in his eyes. "There's a little seafood shack near the pier that makes the best clam chowder you'll ever taste. We should go while we're here."I nodded, a sma

Vivian's POVThe morning of our last day arrived too fast, the sun rising over the ocean. I stood at my window, watching the waves roll in one last time.The realization settled in my chest like a stone. Back to the city. Back to my reality.A soft knock pulled me from my thoughts."Viv? Breakfast's ready." Sophie's voice was gentle.I took one last breath, letting the salt air fill my lungs, then turned away from the window. "Coming."Breakfast was quieter than usual. Sophie picked at her fruit, her fork pushing the pieces around her plate without actually eating them. Nathan stirred his coffee absently, the spoon clinking against the ceramic. I found myself tracing patterns on the table with my finger, avoiding everyone's gaze.Sophie set down her fork with a soft clatter. "We should get one more walk in. Before we have to leave."Nathan nodded, his eyes meeting mine briefly before darting away. "Yeah. One last look at the water."We left the cottage together, the door clicking shut

Vivian's POVI woke up to pale morning light filtering through the curtains, the kind of gray, indifferent light that made the world feel muted and heavy. The fight from last night replayed in my mind like a broken record. The way Ethan had gripped my wrist, dragged me into his study, shouted at me like I was a child who had disobeyed. The way his voice had dropped to that cold, dangerous whisper when he said, "Don't make me repeat myself."I pressed my palm against my chest, feeling the steady beat of my heart. I was still here. Still breathing. Still me.But for how long?I forced myself out of bed, my feet padding against the cold marble floor. The bathroom mirror reflected a woman I barely recognized… dark circles under her eyes, hair tangled, skin pale. I took a long shower. I dressed in something simple… a soft cashmere sweater, tailored trousers, minimal makeup.Breakfast was quiet. The staff moved around me quietly, refilling my coffee, placing fresh fruit and pastries withi

Vivian's POVHe was still standing at the back of the room, half-hidden behind one of the staff. He hadn't moved since our eyes met, hadn't given any indication that we knew each other.I did the same.When Ethan introduced us… "Daniel Brooks, our head of business development"I extended my hand like I had with everyone else, my expression carefully neutral."Pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Blackwell," Daniel said, his voice smooth and professional."You as well, Mr. Brooks."His handshake was warm, lingering just a fraction of a second longer than necessary. His eyes met mine, and I saw the faintest flicker of amusement there. Then he released my hand, and the moment was gone.The rest of the introductions blurred together. I nodded, smiled, said all the right things. I tried to commit their names to memory, but they slipped away almost as quickly as they were given. By the time Ethan dismissed the team, I had already forgotten half their names."Claire will show you back to your office,"

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