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Vivian watched the man sitting by her bed, searching his eyes for even a trace of the familiar warmth from when they\u2019d been in love.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But there wasn\u2019t any. Logan wasn\u2019t the man he used to be.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. The doctor said my foot isn\u2019t a big deal. It won\u2019t affect the wedding.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
She\u2019d already arranged everything. Nothing could be allowed to derail it.\u00a0<\/p>\n
There were only 14 days left. Then, she would be gone for good.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Logan frowned, his expression serious, a hint of displeasure buried in his eyes.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cThere\u2019s a lot to handle with the wedding. My mom\u2019s in poor health, so she can\u2019t help much. When the time comes, you\u2019ll have to manage everything yourself. I\u2019m worried your body won\u2019t be able to take it.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
The way he sounded like he had her in his thoughts when he was really just covering for another woman made Vivian feel sick.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cAren\u2019t you more worried that Sloane will get upset when she sees us getting married?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Logan choked on his words. When he spoke again, his voice was a notch louder. \u201cWhy are you bringing her up again?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Vivian said, \u201cThen, why were you at the hospital with her?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
A flash of guilt crossed Logan\u2019s eyes, but it vanished almost immediately, replaced by his usual composure. \u201cI already told you, I wasn\u2019t feeling well, so I\u2018\u00a0<\/p>\n
Vivian cut him off. \u201cWhere\u2019s your report?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Logan froze.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Vivian gave a cold, humorless laugh and checked the time on her phone. \u201cAt this hour, your results should be out. Who is your attending doctor? I want to see the report.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
The room fell into a brief, suffocating silence.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Vivian stared quietly at the man seated by her bed, the ridicule in her eyes sharpening.\u00a0<\/p>\n
A knock broke the silence.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Sloane pushed the door open and peeked her head in, nervous and cautious. \u201cMr. Whitfield, your report is out. You hadn\u2019t come out, so I went ahead and picked it up for you.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
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Logan\u2019s rigid posture eased instantly. He stood, went to the door, and took the report from\u00a0<\/p>\n
her.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He glanced down once, then turned and tossed it onto Vivian\u2019s bed. \u201cWell? What do you have to say now?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
He stood over the bed, looking down at her with arrogant authority. There wasn\u2019t a trace of guilt or shame on his face. There was only the pride of someone trying to press her into submission.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Vivian didn\u2019t pick up the report. She just looked at him.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The man she had once risked everything for had lost every last shine in her eyes, as if the halo had finally burned out. She couldn\u2019t find a single thing about him that still pulled her in.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She only felt tired.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She flicked her hand and swept the report off the bed, then lifted her eyes to Sloane at the door and smiled faintly. \u201cAren\u2019t you tired?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Sloane lowered her head and didn\u2019t dare meet Vivian\u2019s gaze.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Frowning, Logan stepped in front of Sloane. \u201cThat\u2019s enough! If you don\u2019t want to postpone\u00a0<\/p>\n
the wedding, that\u2019s fine. Then, we\u2019ll do it on schedule. But don\u2019t take your anger out on\u00a0<\/p>\n
someone who hasn\u2019t done anything to you.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Behind him, Sloane lifted her chin, looking at him with undisguised adoration. \u201cMr. Whitfield\u2026\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Logan turned to her. \u201cI\u2019ll take you back.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Sloane pressed her lips together and glanced at Vivian, hesitating. \u201cYou should stay here with Vivian.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Logan glanced at Vivian and stopped in his tracks.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Vivian didn\u2019t back down. Logan frowned and kept walking toward the door.\u00a0<\/p>\n
When he reached the door, Vivian finally spoke. \u201cLogan, I don\u2019t have to marry you.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
His face turned frighteningly cold. He grabbed Sloane\u2019s hand and walked out.\u00a0<\/p>\n
As they left, Sloane turned back and looked at Vivian, open provocation spilling from her eyes.\u00a0<\/p>\n
That night, the private room was so quiet it felt hollow. Vivian stared at the hazy moonlight\u00a0<\/p>\n
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outside the window, lost in thought.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Camille called right then.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you feeling better?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
3\/4\u00a0<\/p>\n
Vivian froze for a moment. She hadn\u2019t told Camille she was hospitalized. She figured Camille had heard from Kingston, and her grip on the phone tightened.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cIt doesn\u2019t hurt as much.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
It was just humiliating.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Camille hummed flatly in response, her tone still cool and detached, as if emotion wasn\u2019t part\u00a0<\/p>\n
of the conversation.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cVanessa said you\u2019re planning to sell the Whitfield Group shares. Kingston set up a branch in Baymoor, and he wants to acquire Whitfield Group as a stepping stone for that branch.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
A stepping stone meant only one thing. One day, Whitfield Group would be swallowed whole by the Howard Group\u2019s branch in Baymoor. It would cease to exist.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Vivian had poured seven years into Whitfield Group. She hesitated.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Camille didn\u2019t push her. She only added flatly, \u201cKingston will be in Baymoor for the next two weeks. Once you\u2019ve decided, contact him directly. He\u2019s generous when he buys, so you can raise your price a bit.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Then, she hung up, not bothering with any extra small talk.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Vivian held her phone and stayed silent for a long time.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Logan, who hadn\u2019t contacted her all afternoon, finally sent a message.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m working late at the office.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
The man who used to panic if she got the smallest scrape now sent only a few cold words, without a shred of warmth.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Vivian looked at it and didn\u2019t reply.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Sloane posted again, with another photo.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The caption read, \u201cBaby\u2019s dad said he wanted to hear the heartbeat. I didn\u2019t expect him to be even more excited than I was about this baby.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
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