All Chapters of MY HUSBAND KILLED OUR MARRIAGE. I BURIED HIS EMPIRE. : Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

Vivian's povI clutched the soft velvet box in my hands as I sat quietly in the back seat of the black sedan.Inside the box was a leather journal filled with photos, movie tickets, and handwritten notes from the last three years. Today was my third wedding anniversary with Adrian, and I had spent weeks pulling this gift together just for him.I looked out the window, expecting to see the warm lights of the quiet seaside diner Adrian had promised we would visit. Instead, the driver pulled up to the shiny glass entrance of Le Cachet, the most expensive and exclusive nightclub in the city.Before I could ask the driver why we were there, my phone buzzed in my hand and Adrian’s name lit up the screen."Vivian, I can't make it tonight," Adrian said as soon as I picked up his call, his voice quick. "The company is in huge trouble. We are facing a massive financial crash, and I have to stay in an emergency board meeting all night to save us. Go home without me.""Adrian, wait..." I started,

Vivian's povFive years passed and while still in Switzerland, my daughter grew strong and healthy, filling my life with joy. But back home in Northport, I spent every single day planning my move.The night when my daughter was born. While Adrian was off celebrating his new deal, my grandfather’s people were already moving fast.Arthur Sinclair was not just a rich man, he was one of the most powerful leaders in the world. With a few phone calls, my grandfather replaced the hospital staff with his own trusted doctors. Together, we created fake medical reports showing that my baby girl had passed away.At three in the morning, a silent medical helicopter landed on the hospital roof.The nurses carefully carried my tiny daughter inside a heated travel pod, flying her far away to an elite private hospital in Switzerland. She would be safe there, surrounded by the best doctors in the world.The next morning, a messenger delivered the fake death certificate straight to Adrian's desk. But th

Vivian’s pov The air in the VIP lounge instantly turned to ice. Damien Cross towered over Adrian, his broad shoulders casting a long shadow across the polished floor. As the head of the Cross Conglomerate, the most formidable titan in international defense, shipping, and global logistics, Damien was a man whose name made world leaders tread carefully. He was not just rich; he was dangerous. Adrian froze mid-stride, his hand hovering uselessly in the air just inches from where it had tried to grab my arm. Slowly, Damien stepped forward, placing his tall frame entirely between Adrian and me. He reached down, took my hand in his, and raised it to his lips, pressing a warm, respectful kiss against my knuckles, his dark eyes never leaving Adrian’s pale, trembling face. When Damien finally turned his gaze toward Adrian, his expression shifted into one of pure, unadulterated contempt. "If you take one more step toward my fiancée, Lancaster," Damien said, his voice dropping to