All Chapters of Mr Ex, Call me your uncle's wife now.: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Vivian's POVI stared at the documents Megan was holding out to me, my eyes scanning the dense legal text. I could make out phrases like "relinquishment of all claims" and "full and final settlement" and "irrevocable transfer of assets."My stomach turned as I read the words, each one feeling like a knife twisting in my gut. "You must be insane," I said, my voice low and dangerous. "You and your mother, you all must be completely out of your minds. You faked a call from my father just to kidnap me? You staged a roadblock, drugged me, dragged me to some godforsaken basement… all for this?"The words tumbled out of me, each one laced with a fury. My hands trembled, not from fear, but from the sheer audacity of what they had done. The call from my father, the concern in his voice, the urgency… it had all been a lie. A carefully crafted performance designed to lure me into their trap.Megan tilted her head, her smile never wavering. "You make it sound so dramatic, Vivian. We simply want

Vivian's POVI woke to pale sunlight filtering through the curtains, the soft glow doing nothing to chase away the weight pressing down on my chest. For a moment, I lay still, my mind foggy, the events of the previous night hovering at the edges of my consciousness like a half-remembered nightmare.I sat up abruptly, my heart hammering against my ribs. The sheet fell away, and I looked down at my wrists. Red marks circled them, the skin raw and tender where the rope had bitten into me. I touched one gently, wincing at the sting.I swung my legs over the side of the bed, my body aching from the tension of the previous day. Every muscle felt tight, every joint stiff. I sat there for a long moment, staring at the floor, trying to piece together the fragments of my thoughts.I could report it to the police. I could tell Ethan everything and let him handle it. But what good would that do? Megan and Sandra would deny everything. They had connections, resources, lawyers who could make any a

Vivian's POVThe morning sun streamed through the curtains, warm and golden, coaxing me from a restless sleep. I blinked against the light, my body still heavy with fatigue, but there was something different about today. A quiet resolve had settled in my chest overnight, a determination to reclaim a piece of myself that I had let slip away.I had to visit my mother today.The thought propelled me out of bed. I moved through my morning routine with purpose… showering, dressing in a soft cream sweater and comfortable jeans, something that felt casual rather than corporate. I stopped by the kitchen on my way out, where the head cook was already bustling about."Good morning, Mrs. Blackwell," she said, her round face lighting up. "You're up early.""I'm going to visit my mother today," I said. "Could you prepare a basket for me? A well prepared healthy meal, and some fresh fruit?"Her expression softened. "Of course, dear. Give me some minutes."She moved with practiced efficiency, fillin

Vivian's POVI stepped inside and dropped my bag onto the couch with a soft thud and kicked off my shoes, the exhaustion of the day settling into my bones."I took the day off," I said, my voice flat. "I had to see my mom."Ethan closed the door behind me, the lock clicking into place with a sound that always made my chest tighten. He moved past me into the living room, his footsteps measured and deliberate on the marble floor."How was your trip?" I asked."It was good," he said, settling into the armchair. His fingers drummed once against the armrest. "Speaking of your mother… let me know when her next visit is."I turned to look at him, my brow furrowing. "What?""Her next visit," he repeated, as if I had simply misheard. "I'd like to come with you."I stood there, my coat still half-on, trying to make sense of the words. Ethan had never once asked about my mother's health beyond a perfunctory acknowledgment. He had never visited her. He had never even sent flowers."Is there a pr

Vivian's POVI woke to sunlight.It spilled through the curtains in long golden bars, striping the duvet, warming my face. For a moment I just lay there, blinking at the ceiling, my body loose and rested in a way it hadn't been in months. I checked my phone on the nightstand. A message from Ethan, sent sometime after midnight.Won't be home tonight. Something came up. Be dressed and ready by ten… we're meeting the lawyers about your mother's assets.That was it. Just the facts, laid out like a memo. I stared at the screen for a long moment, the disappointment from last night still sitting heavy beneath my ribs, and then I set the phone face-down and got out of bed.I didn't have the energy to examine why his absence bothered me. I had more important things to think about.Today, I might finally get a step closer to getting justice for my mother.I showered and dressed with more care than usual, standing in front of the closet for longer than I should have. I chose a cream silk blouse