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forget us little people when you’re big–shot!”
I’d faced this kind of scene often enough since dating Grant.
So I ignored them and walked toward Grant, his head bowed.
Before I could sit, the same guy added, “Vivian, you’re the poster child for climbing the social ladder through romance. Without Grant, someone like you could never afford to study abroad.”
The moment he finished, Grant lunged and punched him in the face. “The hell did you just say?!”
By the end, both were sent to the hospital.
In the car, Grant wiped blood from his lip, not looking at me. “You got the money?”
I nodded, dabbing at the cuts on his knuckles.
He withdrew his hand and let out a derisive chuckle, the meaning mclear.
Then he gripped my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze as he asked, each word dripping with intent, “Vivian, if I had no money would you still be with
Exhaustion and helplessness crashed over me
But I swallowed the sting in my nose and held his gaze, answering with deliberate clarity, “Grant, whether you believe it or not–I’ve always loved you for you
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Back then, when agencies turned my mom away for being mute–when they withheld her pay and shoved her out the door–it was Grant who stopped us on the street.
He held out a slip of paper with his number. “We need a housemaid,” he said. “Tell her to try us.”
That boy’s bright, reckless smile still visited my dreams.
He was the rare color in my barren life.
How could I not love him?
But I knew–he didn’t trust me anymore.
The way he looked at me now was different.
It was the kind of scrutiny reserved for those groveling at his feet.
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
I began seriously considering ending things with Grant.
But this wasn’t something I could dwell on every time I did, my heart twisted in pain.
So, like a coward, I buried my head in the sand.
Until that day.
During our graduation party, I went to the storage room to fetch some chairs when I saw Grant staggering down the hotel corridor, his legs giving way as
if he were about to collapse. My heart lurched, and before I could think, I rushed forward and caught him.
His collar was wide open, and he kept murmuring about how hot he was. His face was flushed, his gaze dazed I thought he was just drunk. Struggling. I half–carried his barely conscious form to the lounge.
But it wasn’t until he pinned me beneath him that I realized things had taken an unexpected turn.
I tried to push him away.
And yet, a traitorous thought flickered through my mind–Maybe this was fate making the choice for me.
Grant made his choice too.
He
He lifted his head, eyes narrowed as he stared down at me. “VL..vian?”
My bands trembled as I hesitantly wrapped my arms around his neck.
Only for him to wrench my wrist away and shove me onto the floor.
Grant clutched his head, glaring at me where I sat sprawled on the ground. “Are you insane? Do you even know what you’re doing? You drugged me!!!
I stared up at him in shock, pressing a hand to my chest. “Dropped you? No, I just saw you stumbling, looking like you were about to fall, so 1-”
I didn’t finish, because the scorn in Grant’s eyes cut me off “Keep lying, Vivian. Since when did you become like this?”
Tears burned behind my eyes, but I forced them back, desperation sharpening my voice. “It wasn’t me. I didn’t do it. You can check the security footage.”
His only response was silence–and that cold, mocking sneer.
My heart froze under the weight of it
Wiping my tears, I finally whispered the words I’d been holding in for so long, “Grant, let’s break up.”
For a moment, he said nothing. Then, with a sudden, derisive laugh, he yanked me to my feet. “Wow, Vivian Playing hard to get now? Is money really that important to you? Fine!”
Before i could react, he dragged me to the door, flung it open, and shoved me out into the hallway.
! stumbled, stunned. The students in the corridor froze too.
Within seconds, whistles erupted around us.
Humiliarica burned through me as I crumpled to the floor, shaking, desperately clutching the scraps of fabric left on me to cover myself. Some of the onlookers even pulled out their phones to take pictures.
Trembling, I begged Grant in a voice barely above a whisper. “Grant, please… don’t do this. Give me something to wear.
He scuffed, his voice Icy. “Clothes? You didn’t seem to care about keeping them on when you drugged me to crawl into my bed. Isn’t this the price your
pays to climb the sucial ladder?”
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The crowd erupted
Some called me a gold–dipper. Others said I deserved it.
From that moment on, I was nailed to the pillar of shame.
Alter that day, I became infamous in Rivermere–just within a certain circle, but enough for everyone to recognize me. The image of the scheming. money–hungry girl stuck
Strangers looked at me with disdain. Men’s eyes lingered on my body with open lechery.
I couldn’t stay in Rivermere without losing my mind. So I cut ties with everyone and everything from my past.
Chapter 3
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One late night, I packed up and left with
my mom.
When I fled Rivermere seven years ago, I never imagined I’d return
For a long time afterward, even the thought of this city made me curl up in the dark, shaking.
But now, standing here, face–to–face with ghosts from my past, I realized something
The calm in my chest was proof that time really was the best healer.
And the Vivian of today wasn’t the same girl who left.
So when the spoiled Tristan in front of me sneered another insult, I didn’t hesitate–I turned and slapped him hard across the face. “Go to hell”
His eyes widened. “Vivian, you’ve got some nerve now, huls? You want me to call Grant over to deal with you?”
I laughed. “After all these years, you people still haven’t changed.”
Still the same arrogance.
He misread my reaction as fear and smirks, jabbing a finger at my stomach. “Good. You should be scared. Get rid of that kid. Grant’s been hung up on you for years. You were this close to moving up in the world isn’t that the dream for someone like you?”
Moving up in the world?
I did that once, seven years ago.
Grant took me from a decent girl to a notorious slut in one night.
My lips curled into a sardonic smirk. “Who says my husband isn’t better than Grant?”
His expression flickered with doubt. He scanned me up and down. “Impossible. No respectable family would let a maid’s daughter marry in ”
Then, as if struck by sudden understanding, he sneered, “Oh, I get it you married some illegitimate sun, didn’t you?”
I scoffed and didn’t bother responding
As I walked away, he shouted after me, “Vivian, don’t you dare regret this!”
Whether I “dared”
or not was debatable–but one thing was certain–he didn’t.
Still, he ran straight to Grant with news of my return.
I was in a baby store later, happily browsing tiny outfits, when the clerk nudged me “Is that your husband?” she asked, nodding toward a figure nearby. “He’s been watching you for a while.
My heart skipped. I turned with a smile–only for it to freeze on my face.
