I started trembling. All the humiliation, fear, anger, and anguish welled up inside me at that moment.
Everything started spinning, and I fainted.
Cian’s face was etched with anxiety and unease. Wanting to come and hug me, Grace stopped him:
“If you go forward, the entire New York City will know her identity. Aren’t you afraid of the impact on the company?”
He sent a message to his assistant, asking him to take me home. Then he continued entertaining guests with Grace as if nothing had happened.
I woke up in a warm embrace.
Cian, noticing I was awake, nuzzled closer affectionately.
“Vivienne, what happened tonight was my fault. I shouldn’t have hit you.
“But hitting you was wrong, and I apologize for that. You hit Grace and injured her hand, so you need to apologize to her.” I struggled out of his arms and moved to the edge of the bed. “Didn’t you say the celebration was for me? How come Mrs. Prescott turned into Grace?”
“Everyone was convinced she was Mrs. Prescott. How could I explain it to all those people?
“Doesn’t the Prescott family care about our reputation?”
Everything Cian has done to me he it hurt or love
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I should understand that it’s all for Grace or his own ego. Grace has returned to the country, and Cian has finally gotten what he was waiting for. They’ve reconciled, with only me as an obstacle now. Falling in love with him was my mistake. But for so many years, living in his affection without knowing the truth, it’s understandable that breaking away would be a slower process. For someone who has never been loved by family or the outside world, suddenly finding love after a brush with death feels like a divine blessing.
Now it’s time for me to wake up.
Whether I live or die, I must leave and never look back.
“Cian, let’s get a divorce.”
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He let out a cold laugh. “Divorce? You sure know how to joke.” “Isn’t it what you want, to make Grace the real Mrs. Prescott?” He suddenly chuckled softly, not saying anything more. After marrying him, his love for me was unreserved, while I had no skills to offer except cooking.
I’d been cooking since childhood, honing my culinary skills.
Even with my disabled legs, I insisted on cooking for him.
I would give him all the love I could muster.
When he had the flu and a fever, I’d wheel myself around to take care of him.
No matter how late he worked, I’d wait for him to come home and sleep together.
He asked me, “Vivienne, you’re so good to me. Would you ever divorce me?”
I shook my head.
He asked again, “What if one day you absolutely have to ask me for a divorce?”
“Then I must be joking. I’ll never leave you in this lifetime.” Perhaps because he was so certain I wouldn’t leave him, he treated it like a joke and didn’t care.
Cian and I gave each other the silent treatment for a day. During that day, he didn’t call once, not even a message. But I didn’t care.
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Fri, 14 Feb
I was planning where to go.
In these three years, the wedding ring he bought me, the
87%0
diamond necklace, various gold jewelry – they should be worth
something to pawn. My legs were still weak, but the thought of having a chance to leave made me unafraid.
I went to the pawn shop and pawned items worth over 3 million dollars. I’m not sure if I got ripped off – I never asked about the prices when he gave me those gifts before. But this money would be enough.
Tonight, Cian came home early and noticed I wasn’t home, searching around the house.
When he returned, he pulled me onto his lap on the couch. “Your legs just healed and you’re already running around, not answering your phone. Don’t you know how worried I was?” “Oh.”
Cian didn’t dwell on my coldness. He pulled out a necklace from his pocket.
“A gift for you.”
“How much did it cost?”
He looked surprised. “You never asked about prices before when
I gave you these things. Why so curious today?”
“Just wondering.”
He put the necklace on me.
“Well, the wedding ring was about 10 million, the last necklace was 8 million, and this one’s a bit cheaper at 5.2 million.” “……”
Seems like the pawn shop really did rip me off.
His phone rang. When he answered, it was Grace crying. “Cian, I’m by the lake. Vivienne humiliated me in front of all those socialites. I’ve completely lost face, and she won’t even apologize. I don’t want to live anymore.”
Cian furrowed his brow and coaxed, “Grace, don’t cry. Don’t do
anything rash. Send me your location, and I’ll come find you,
okay?”
The call ended, and my husband’s previously gentle demeanor towards me turned cold. “If you had apologized to her earlier, things wouldn’t have gotten so embarrassing.”
He grabbed my hand and led me outside.
“Come with me. We’re going to apologize to Grace.”
He walked briskly, while my legs couldn’t keep up with his pace. He practically dragged me to the garage, violently yanking me into the car, and sped off towards the location Grace had sent. After getting out of the car, we saw Grace standing forlornly on the bridge, her frail figure looking as if it might collapse at any
moment.
Cian shouted, “Grace, don’t jump! I’ve brought Vivienne here to apologize to you.”
He gripped my wrist tightly, as if afraid I might run away.
Grace sobbed, “Cian, ever since that incident, I haven’t been able to sleep well. The doctor diagnosed me with depression.” Cian wiped her tears sympathetically, “It breaks my heart to see you cry like this. Please stop.”
He turned to me coldly and said, “I really don’t know how Grace offended you that you had to publicly humiliate her. I’ve already
