Villain Ch 1954. Sorry
"I start to feel sorry for her," Vivian said out of the blue.
The car rolled along the highway, sleek tires humming against asphalt. City lights blurred past the windows like soft, melting stars. Inside the black SUV, it was warm, quiet. Except for Vivian's voice. And Allen's silence.
She sat in the middle row with Larissa and Bella, her legs tucked up slightly as she leaned against the door. Vivian's tone wasn't mocking or dramatic. Just… tired. The kind of tired that settled into your voice after a long trip. Or after watching someone collapse in the street screaming your lover's name.
Allen didn't respond right away.
He sat in the front passenger seat, arms crossed, eyes hidden behind his sunglasses. His jaw was tight. One hand gripped a bottle of soda he hadn't even opened earlier. Now he uncapped it slowly. Drank. Swallowed without a blink.
"No," he said flatly. "Don't. She chose that. I'm not cleaning up her mess."
