Vivienne's gaze shifted toward the mirror. She looked at her own reflection, but her eyes were no longer calm. They were sharp, restless, and burning with emotion.
For years, she had believed that Lucas would never truly move on from her. No matter what had happened between them, she had always thought that she would remain somewhere in his life.
But now, that belief had shattered completely.
Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she swept everything off the table beside her. The glass vase crashed to the floor, followed by books and decorative pieces. The room descended into chaos within seconds.
Still, it did not calm her.
Her hands trembled slightly as she clenched them into fists.
"And with her…" she said slowly.
The name echoed in her mind.
Elena Ashford.
Her expression darkened further.
A sharp, cold hatred flickered in her eyes as she gritted her teeth.
"So easily," she muttered.
