All Chapters of Mr Ex, Call me your uncle's wife now.: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Vivian's POVThe morning light crept through the curtains, pale and hesitant, as if it too was unsure about entering this house. I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, the events of yesterday playing on repeat in my mind.I hadn't slept well. My dreams had been fragmented, strange, filled with images I couldn't quite grasp. Faces that blurred and shifted. Voices that echoed without meaning.But now it was morning, and I had to face the day.I pushed myself out of bed, my body heavy with exhaustion. The bathroom mirror revealed dark circles under my eyes, a pallor to my skin that made me look older than I was. I splashed cold water on my face, willing myself to wake up, to pull myself together.I couldn't hide forever. I had responsibilities, obligations. I dressed carefully, choosing a tailored navy suit that made me feel powerful, in control. I pinned my hair back, applied just enough makeup to hide the worst of the fatigue, and squared my shoulders as I looked at my reflection."You

Vivian's POVI stood in the doorway of my room, staring at the box on the table. The elegant wrapping seemed to glow under the soft light, the silver ribbon catching the gleam of the chandelier. My heart, which had just begun to settle after the long drive home, kicked up again.I crossed the room slowly, my heels clicking against the hardwood floor. The box sat there, untouched and beautiful, waiting for me. The card rested on top, the handwriting neat and precise.I picked it up. The words were simple, but they sent a chill down my spine.“Put on the dress and meet me at The Grand Meridian for dinner.”Ethan's handwriting. There was no mistaking it… the sharp, angular strokes, the way he pressed hard into the paper.But this wasn't a note about a business meeting or a reminder about an event. This was an invitation. A command, really, dressed up in the guise of a romantic gesture.I looked at the note again, trying to understand what was going on. A dinner out of nowhere. After eve

Vivian's POVThe first thing I registered was the light. Pale, golden, streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows and painting the room in soft morning hues. The second thing was the weight… or rather, the absence of it. The space beside me on the bed was empty, the sheets cool to the touch.I stirred, my body heavy and sluggish, my mind still tangled in the fog of sleep. I blinked, trying to orient myself. The room came into focus slowly… the marble floors, the plush rugs, the fireplace that had long since died out. The city sprawled beyond the glass, waking up to a new day.And there, near the wardrobe, stood Ethan.He was already dressed, his back to me as he adjusted his cufflinks. He wore a charcoal suit, impeccably tailored, the fabric hugging his broad shoulders. His hair was neatly styled, every strand in place.I pulled the sheets to my chest, suddenly acutely aware of my nakedness. The movement was instinctive, a feeble attempt at modesty. My voice came out rough, still

Vivian's POVThe mansion swallowed me whole as I stepped through the front door, the silence pressing in around me like a physical weight. The driver had wished me a good evening before pulling away, his taillights disappearing down the long driveway. I stood in the foyer for a long moment, the marble floor cool beneath my feet, the grand chandelier casting pale light across the walls.The house felt the same as always. Empty. Cold. The way it always felt since I got here.I kicked off my heels, the sound echoing through the wide space. My feet ached, my head throbbed, and my heart still hadn't quite stopped racing from my encounter with Sandra. I climbed the stairs slowly, each step feeling heavier than the last, and made my way to the master bedroom.I didn't bother turning on the lights. The moonlight streaming through the windows was enough, casting long shadows across the floor. I collapsed onto the bed, pressing my hand against my face, trying to block out the world.Sandra's wo

Vivian's POVThe question hung in the air like a grenade, its pin already pulled. I opened my mouth to respond, but no words came out. My mind had gone completely blank. I felt Ethan's grip on my hand tighten, his fingers almost painfully hard against mine.Eleanor watched us both, her sharp eyes missing nothing. She let the silence linger for a moment, before she continued."I want grandkids," she said, her voice serious. "The Blackwell lineage needs to move on. It's been long enough, don't you think?"Ethan cleared his throat, his voice carefully controlled. "We're working towards that, Mother."I blinked, surprised by his response.Eleanor raised an eyebrow, her expression skeptical. "Working towards it? How long have you two been married and you're still working towards it?”Ethan's jaw tightened, but his voice remained measured. "These things take time, Mother. We want to make sure we're ready before we bring a child into the world."Eleanor snorted, a sound that was surprisingly