All Chapters of MY HUSBAND KILLED OUR MARRIAGE. I BURIED HIS EMPIRE. : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Vivian The morning passed more peacefully than I expected. Elise woke without a fever, and I spent breakfast beside her, listening to her tell me about everything she wanted to do once she felt completely better.“You have to rest today,” I reminded her.“But I feel better.”“That does not mean you can run around the house.”She frowned before taking another bite of her breakfast.“You are too strict, Mommy.”A small laugh escaped me. “And you are too stubborn.”After breakfast, I helped her get dressed and spent some time with her before the nanny arrived. I watched carefully as they spoke, making sure I was comfortable with the arrangement before finally leaving for work.By the time I reached Sinclair Group, I was already late.I went straight to the boardroom.The moment I entered, I noticed the tension among the directors. Victor Hale had several documents spread across the table, while Eleanor Whitmore was speaking quietly with Richard Beaumont.“What happened?” I asked as I to

Damien The office was quieter than usual when I arrived that evening, and I was already planning to take Vivian home before she could bury herself in another meeting. I had barely stepped out of the elevator when Adrian walked out of her office.His shoulder struck mine deliberately.I stopped and turned.Adrian gave me a hostile look but said nothing. His jaw was tight, and his hands were clenched at his sides.“Good evening to you too,” I said.He ignored me and continued down the hallway.I watched him leave before entering Vivian’s office.She was standing beside her desk, one hand pressed firmly against her belly. Her face was tense, and her breathing was slower than usual.“Vivian?”She looked toward me.“I am fine.”“You do not look fine.”I crossed the room and took her arm.“Sit down.”“Damien, I only need a minute.”“You can have your minute on the sofa.”I guided her toward the sectional and helped her sit. She leaned back, closing her eyes briefly.“What happened?”“Adria

Vivian The soft sound of Elise’s breathing was the only thing keeping me awake. I sat in the chair beside her crib, rocking her gently against my chest while fighting the exhaustion that had settled over me. She had refused to sleep for almost an hour, and every time I tried to place her down, she opened her eyes and began fussing.“Come on, sweetheart,” I whispered, brushing my lips against her forehead. “Mommy is tired, and you need to sleep.”Her tiny fingers curled around mine.I smiled despite how heavy my eyes felt.“You are determined to keep me awake tonight, aren't you?”Her breathing gradually became slower, and I felt her body relax against me.The door opened quietly.I looked up and saw my grandfather standing there.“Arthur,” I whispered.He smiled gently as he approached.“You should be sleeping too.”“I will. She just needs to settle.”He looked down at Elise.“Give her to me.”I hesitated.“She is finally asleep.”“And you can barely keep your eyes open.”“I am fine.

Damien Vivian had spent the entire week buried in work.Every time I saw her, she had another file open, another call to make, or another problem that apparently could not wait until morning. Even when Elise asked for her, Vivian promised she would be there soon. Soon had become a word that meant hours.By Friday evening, I had enough.“Get your coat.”Vivian looked up from her laptop. “I have work.”“You have been working since breakfast.”“There are things I need to finish.”“They will still be there tomorrow.”She frowned. “Damien, I cannot leave everything because you decided we should go out.”“You can leave it because I decided you need to remember that you have a life outside this office.”“I am fine.”“You are exhausted.”“I am not.”“You fell asleep during a meeting yesterday.”Her mouth opened, then closed.“That was one time,” she said.“It was embarrassing.”“You were there?”“I was sitting beside you.”She shut the laptop with clear reluctance. “Where are we going?”“Din

Vivian By morning, my name was everywhere.The photographs from the restaurant had spread across every major news platform before I had even finished my coffee. There were pictures of Adrian approaching our table, Damien standing between us, and the three of us leaving separately.The headlines were worse.**VIVIAN DE LUCA CAUGHT BETWEEN TWO POWERFUL MEN.****DAMIEN CROSS AND ADRIAN MORETTI FACE OFF OVER VIVIAN.****WHO IS VIVIAN REALLY CHOOSING?**I dropped my phone onto the desk.“This is ridiculous.”Marcus looked up from his tablet. “It will get worse before it gets better.”“I do not care what they say about me.”“You should care about what they are trying to achieve.”“What do you mean?”He turned his tablet toward me.“Your international accounts.”My stomach tightened.“What about them?”“Several have been frozen.”I stared at him.“Why?”“We are still confirming that.”My phone rang before he could continue.The bank representative spoke for several minutes before I ended th