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Chapter 471

“What I want is for you to go save your mother,” Vivian stated her intentions plainly.

Evelyn was a little miffed as she regarded Vivian with wild eyes. “My mom’s already dead, so what the

hell are you even talking about?”

“No, she’s still alive because you’re not even from the Morrisons.” And the bomb was dropped.

“What sort of joke is this!” Evelyn’s expression was dour. “You’d better stop this nonsense!”

“It isn’t nonsense. My mother is your actual birth parent,” Vivian said as she looked Evelyn straight in

the eye.

Evelyn curled her lips and scoffed, “Even if you feel that you are not good enough for Finnick, you don’t

have to make up something as absurd as this just to spite me. What makes you think I’ll believe you?”

Vivian guessed as much that Evelyn would not be easily convinced. She hastened to explain herself.

“I’m not lying. Rachel William really is your mother. She has leukemia and you are her only blood

relation. Only your bone marrow would most likely be a match for hers.”

Not able to make any sense of this conversation, Evelyn thought Vivian might have lost all rationality

after being agitated.

“You’re insane.” Evelyn rolled her eye at Vivian and left it at that before turned to head upstairs.

“Wait. You can’t go!” Vivian stood herself in the way. “Have you been kidnapped as a new-born, and

was rescued by my mother?”

“How did you come to know about this?” Evelyn asked warily.

“Benedict was the one who told me about this, and my mother has confirmed it. She said that the little

girl she picked up wasn’t you. When she learned later from the news that the Morrison family lost their

daughter, she had her own daughter sent to them in the hope that she would be able to have a better

future. The Morrison’s child was the one she kept and raised as her own.”

Vivian related the truth of the past as concisely as she could to Evelyn.

Evelyn thought the whole thing rather laughable. “So, what you’re insinuating is that you are a

Morrison, and I the daughter of Rachel William?”

“Yes.” Vivian nodded. “This is what my mother had told me herself. You have to believe me.”

“And why should I?” Evelyn howled. “I’ve really underestimated you before, Vivian William. To think you

could come up with a lie like that?”

“You can go to the hospital and verify this with my mother.” She grew more distressed by the moment

and started tugging at Evelyn’s arm. “Come on, let’s go right away!”

“She is, as you’ve put it, your mother. How am I to know whether the two of you aren’t in on it

together?” Evelyn knocked off Vivian’s hand. “Don’t you find yourself hysterical?”

“You don’t have to believe what I say. A DNA paternity test at the hospital will put this argument to rest.”

Vivian’s anxiety did seem genuine and she appeared sure of herself. Evelyn was unnerved by the

prospect that she might not actually be a Morrison.

She shook her head and tried to cast those thoughts aside. Having lived so many years with the

Morrisons, how could it be that she was not one of them?

“Don’t think for a minute that you got me there.” Evelyn reverted to her previously overbearing tone as

she lashed out at Vivian. “Why are you telling me this? What are you really after?”

Vivian staggered from the push and almost bowled over. But that was the least of her worries.

“I have no ulterior motive. Your own mother’s sick and she needs a matching donor. You are her sole

blood relation and the only person who could save her.”

“Oh, so you’re trying to trick me into saving your mother, is that it?” Evelyn seemed to have come to

some sort of epiphany. She felt relieved, convinced of her own take on events.

 

 

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“I do want you to save my mother, but I wasn’t lying!” Vivian racked her brains as to how to get Evelyn

to believe her.

Of course, the birthmark! Vivian recalled that it was precisely that which led the Morrisons to believe

that the baby Rachel brought to them was theirs.

“Do you have a butterfly-shaped birthmark on your waist?” Vivian asked.

“I don’t suppose that this was something your mother told you as well,” Evelyn sounded markedly

calmer as she spoke with arms akimbo. “Now, it’s about the birthmark, huh. Get to the point.”

“Look.” Vivian did not elaborate much as she lifted her own top to reveal the birthmark on her own hip.

“Why do you also have one?” Evelyn said in astonishment after she had a closer view of it.

“I had this from birth. The one you have was branded onto you by my mother. I think you ought to

believe me now.”

Evelyn was stunned. Everything could have been fabricated, but this birthmark was something else.

It was pointed out to her on one occasion when she was being bathed by her mother as a little girl.

“This is my baby’s lucky butterfly. I wouldn’t have been able to get you back without it.”

The sight of a similar birthmark on Vivian had her reconsidering the certainty in Vivian’s demeanor.

Evelyn began to buy into the possibility that she might really not be a Morrison.

The very notion of that made her furious with Vivian. Her eyes burned as she regarded her counterpart.

As if it was not enough that Vivian stole the love of her life from her, she was now going to rob her of

brother and her identity as the young lady of the house from her as well.

No way was she going to let her get away with this. She was a Morrison, not the daughter of some

housemaid. Vivian must be lying to me She must be.

Evelyn masked the panic she felt inside and hollered at Vivian. “Do you think you’re going to fool me

with that? Maybe the one you have on you is the fake.”

That outburst proved to be cathartic for her. Right, that had to be. Rachel had seen her birthmark. Who

was to say she could not have Vivian somehow create something similar on herself.

This deceitful mother and daughter pair must be in it for the Morrison’s wealth. She was not going to let

this detestable duo off easy.

Amidst her own mental contortions, Evelyn finally found a way to rationalize her self-delusion.

“Your birth mother is waiting for you to save her life, Evelyn. You can’t possibly ignore this!” Vivian

shouted in exasperation upon seeing that Evelyn could not be persuaded.

“Ridiculous. My mother has already passed on.” Evelyn then hustled Vivian toward the door. “Shut up

and leave before I have someone kick you out!”

“Listen to me, Evelyn. Your mother’s condition is dire, you have to…” Vivian put up a struggle as she

was determined to have Evelyn brought to the hospital.

“Out! Get out!” Evelyn would have none of it. The ferocity of her bellows was matched by that of her

adrenaline-fueled strength. It took only a few shoves before Vivian was out of the door.

“Please, Evelyn…”

The door slammed resoundingly shut in Vivian’s face and cut her off.

“Open up, Evelyn.” Vivian thumped upon the door. “Please hear me out. Your mother is really very sick.

You can’t refuse to help.”

Vivian kept at the buzzer even when no one responded. She must bring Evelyn around somehow as

that was the only way by which she could save Rachel.

 

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“Come with me to get tested, Evelyn. Everything will be made clear once you see the results. Please

come out…”

Evelyn was seated on her bed in her own room. The ceaseless buzzing, coupled with Vivian’s

shrieking, irked her to no end.

Her mood was severe when she summoned the helper. “Get rid of the woman outside. If I still hear her

later, you can start looking for a new job!”

“Yes, Miss,” The helper replied before she hurried downstairs.

“Open up, Evelyn. I want to talk to you.” Vivian was still shouting from the other side when the door

suddenly swung open.

She tried to squeeze through but was blocked by the helper. “Stop this, Miss. It would be best if you

just leave.”

“Please, Ma’am. You have to let me in. I’ve an important matter which I must discuss with Evelyn,”

Vivian remonstrated.

“Miss has already stated that I would be fired if you continue to linger here. Please do not make things

difficult for me. I beg of you. Leave, or I’ll have no choice but to call for security.”

The helper’s sorrowful expression put Vivian in a dilemma, as she did not want to cause someone else

to lose her livelihood. She slowly backed away from the door before she reluctantly turned to leave.

Evelyn watched this from the windows. Her nails dug into her own palms as she glared.

Why must you always be in my way, Vivian? Now you even have the gall to say that I am not a

Morrison? I’ll never let you off for this!

Deep down, Evelyn was already convinced of what Vivian told her. That was precisely what made her

abhor Vivian even more. If not for her, this would forever be kept secret, and she would always be

scion of the Morrisons.

She now understood why Rachel treated her so well since young. Even if she were to regard Rachel

coldly, Rachel would not cower and fear approaching her as the rest of the helpers would. Conversely,

she continued to treat her kindly in return.

That only made her dislike the woman more. Who did she think she was to behave so intimately

towards her? Rachel William was nothing more than another helper to her. In Evelyn’s esteem, the only

reason Rachel was treated well by the Morrison family was because she had once saved her. Evelyn

thought Rachel should be grateful to her for that instead.

When Evelyn found out that Rachel was her biological mother, her dislike turned into hatred. She

thought that since Rachel wanted a good life for her, she should have taken her secret to the grave.

She was upset at Rachel for revealing it to Vivian.

Leukemia? Hmph! Evelyn recalled what Vivian said.

“No way am I going to save you. Better that you die, and the truth dies with you.” Evelyn gripped the

corner of the curtain and swore under her breath with viciousness in her eyes. “And Vivian too. This

time, I shall show her no mercy!”

No one knew what wicked scheme she hatched next as Evelyn’s lips curled into a smirk. She picked up

her cell phone and dialed a number.

The call got through in no time at all. “I need you to take care of someone for me…”

After she left the Morrison residence, Vivian wandered on the streets, at a loss for where to go.

The only mother she knew had told her that they were not related by blood. Then, Benedict, a brother

who she was not able to acknowledge as yet. Without sufficient evidence, she was afraid that even

Benedict himself would not believe what she said. And Finnick too. With the tenuous state of their

relationship at present, the future of their marriage was up in the air.

The thought of these wrenched at her heart. Tears fell uncontrollably from her eyes. She felt isolated,

without anyone to lean on nor pour her heart out to.

 

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Vivian steeled herself as she touched her own abdomen. The baby which grew inside her was the only

thing that could keep her going. She was determined to do everything she could to protect him from

harm.

Even though she did not want to see Finnick right now, Vivian had no choice but to return to the home

which was once a source of warmth and comfort for her.

When she stepped inside the villa, she saw that Finnick was already off work. He was on the couch in

the living room with a vacant look on his face, seemingly lost in thought.

She found it peculiar, as having lived together for so long, he was rarely seen lacking in vigor. However,

she was in no mood to speculate what may be on his mind.

Finnick snapped out of it when movement at the door drew his attention. He turned in its direction to

see Vivian there. He jumped onto his feet and looked at Vivian, seemingly unsure of himself.

After Vivian left, Finnick had gradually regained his composure. He regretted the tone with which he

spoke to her earlier.

Too self-conscious to take the initiative to call her, he got back in early instead. He did not expect that

she would return this late.

When Vivian saw right past him and head straight for the bedroom upstairs, he immediately caught up

with her. “You probably haven’t had dinner yet. I’ll have Mrs. Filder warm up some soup for you.”

Since Finnick took the initiative to extend the olive branch, Vivian could not possibly continue to ignore

him. She nodded and said, “Okay.”

Her responsiveness prompted a smile from him. “Wait at the dining table first. I’ll go get you a bowl.”

With that, he disappeared into the kitchen.

Once she settled herself down, Vivian made up her mind to thrash things out with him regarding the

child by the end of the day.

Finnick returned shortly with a bowl of soup cupped carefully between his palms. He had it placed

down in front of Vivian before he sat down across from her. “Help yourself to it. Mrs. Filder said that the

soup will be very comforting for your digestive tract.”

“Hmm.” She nodded slightly, appearing a little nonchalant as she was distracted by thoughts about the

baby.

As she lowered her head and ate quietly, Finnick felt a little disconcerted and broke the silence. “Where

did you go today? Why were you back so late?”

“Nowhere in particular. Just to the hospital to accompany Mom.” It was probably not a good time for her

to share with him the truth behind Evelyn and her own parentage as she felt he may end up thinking

that she was gunning for Evelyn.

“How’s Mom?”

“She’s doing okay.”

He nodded. It was hard to keep the conversation going as he was never one for small talk. The

atmosphere in the room fell back into stillness.

It was only after she finished her soup that she found the courage to lift her head to regard Finnick.

“I’ve something to tell you.”

“What is it?” He was keen to hear her out as she appeared quite serious.

Vivian took a deep breath. “I want to keep the child inside me. If you were to insist that I should opt for

an abortion, then we should divorce.”

Finnick’s temper flared when he heard that and his tone reflected as much. “Can’t you listen to me this

once? You can’t keep this child!”

“Why not?” Vivian similarly became upset. “I’ve told you this morning that I’ve not been violated by

anyone. Surely you’re not saying that you want to get rid of our child?”

When Finnick saw how insistent she was, he had no idea how to convince her to face up to reality.

If he could, he would rather have her continue to believe that. Devoid of that memory, she would

probably not become scarred by it.

However, she cannot keep this child. If she could not recall that incident, he was afraid that she would

never agree to an abortion.

 

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Since it came down to this, Finnick had to harden himself. “But the doctor had it checked, the results

have indeed confirmed that…”

“I don’t care what the doctor said.” She was emotional when she cut him off. “I want to keep this child.

We’ll divorce if we cannot agree on this.”

Through the row they had in the morning, attempting to explain things to him would be an act of futility.

In his heart, he had already concluded that the child was not theirs. She had to dig in as she was

determined to protect her child no matter what.

“Listen to me, Vivian…” As he made another attempt to persuade her, he was interrupted once more.

“That’s enough. I’ve made it clear that if you are not with me on this issue, I’ll be raising this child on my

own.”

There was nothing Finnick could say in response to the resolve he saw in her eyes.

“Alright. You can keep this baby.” It took some time before he relented.

“Really?” Vivian grabbed hold of his arm with both hands, still in relative disbelief.

She did not expect that he would be willing to spare the child despite him believing that it belonged to

someone else, as she was mentally prepared to divorce from him if it came down to it.

Finnick nodded, solemnly and silently. He spoke no more. That answer took every ounce of energy out

of him. He had no wish to repeat that for the rest of his life.

He had never thought that he might one day give in this much to any woman. What choice did he have,

unless he really meant to divorce from Vivian?

Just hearing that suggestion from her left him feeling unbearable. When he imagined a life without

Vivian, he was swallowed by trepidation.

He feared not being able to wake up to her everyday; Feared that she would be out of his life; Feared

that she would treat him as though he was a stranger; Feared that he might never be able to find

another excuse to touch her… hence he had no choice but to agree.

Forget it. He thought. Even if the unborn baby was not his, it was still hers. All he could do was to try

and love the child as best as he could, and pretend that nothing ever happened.

As he loved Vivian, this was what he must come to terms with.

When Vivian received affirmation, she was so touched that she hugged the man tightly. “Thank you,

Finnick. Thank you…”

All the anger and resentment she harbored toward him before dissipated in that instant. She had never

thought that for her sake, he could be tolerant to this extent.

Finnick truly loved her. Once more, the doubts that she had for herself were proven unwarranted. He

would not have been able to give in this much otherwise.

With tears welling, her voice was filled with gratitude, “You have to believe me, Finnick. The baby that

I’m carrying is ours. You’ll not come to regret this decision in time.”

Vivian swore to herself that she would find proof of Evelyn’s slander. When she did, Finnick would be

convinced of her innocence and the baby’s parentage.

Even if she could not, she could persuade him to go for paternity test. With the facts laid bare, he

should be able to set his mind at ease.

Finnick could only eke out a bitter smile. He was no longer concerned about whether the child was

theirs, only that he must keep his promise to Vivian. Though he could not be sure whether he would

ultimately be able to treat the child as his own, he would not seek to mistreat it. That was the best he

could do.

Finnick withdrew his arm to wrap her snugly in his embrace. He then whispered in her ear, “Let’s not

ever discuss divorce again.”

 

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When she heard the trembling in his inflection, it wrenched her own heart. Was he frightened by what

she said? She realized then how much he did not want to part from her.

“Okay.” Vivian nodded as he held her in his arms. Her tears left a stain upon his shirt. Vivian felt the

sense of bliss that she had been missing for a while.

“Today, I…” Vivian nudged and created some space with the intention of telling Finnick about her

parentage, but the anguish on his face led her to pause.

“What is it?” he asked.

“It’s nothing.” She shook her head before she pulled him back in.

She expected that Finnick may not be able to accept that Evelyn had set her up at the moment, and it

might be difficult to predict how he might take it.

It was hard enough for them to arrive at this point, so she did not want to get into another quarrel with

him because of Evelyn. She supposed that this could wait.

Finnick did not press her on it either. He merely held her close and quietly basked in the tenderness

that had eluded them for the longest time.

A few days had slipped by since.

Finnick and Vivian were able to get on amicably during this period. Even though he did not seem

completely himself, he had not mentioned anything about aborting the baby, nor had they any further

disagreements over that issue.

Vivian was moved by his steadfast acceptance. It also bolstered her resolve. She was committed to

vindicating herself, as this was the only way Finnick would be able to fully accept and love this child.

This baby was what the both of them longed for, and deserved the best of everything. There was no

way Vivian was going to let the child be born into this world deprived of fatherly love.

Vivian requested to go to the hospital to get examined this particular day. As she had not had her body

checked since she was aware of her pregnancy, she was a little concerned for the baby’s condition.

To be honest, Finnick felt no small measure of discomfort when he heard that. As conflicted as he

might be, he was not about to let Vivian go for the prenatal check-ups by herself.

Vivian was heartened to see Finnick willing to make arrangements and accompany her personally in

spite of his own struggles.

“It’s done. The doctor will see us at two in the afternoon,” he said as he hung up. “We’ll head over to

the hospital together after I get off work.”

“I can go by myself if you have something to attend to.” As much as she would like for his company,

she was concerned about becoming a distraction, as he seemed to have his hands full at the company

of late.

“That’s okay. I can make myself available in the afternoon.” He did not want to let her go alone. “You

should rest up. I’m headed to the office.”

“Alright,” Vivian replied with a smile.

Finnick planted a kiss upon her forehead before he turned and left the house.

Vivian waited for the hours to pass at home. She was simultaneously anticipatory and a bundle of

nerves as this would be her first time doing a prenatal. It was an arduous wait up till an hour past noon.

Still, there was no sign of Finnick.

Just as she was about to ring him up to check in on him, his call reached her first.

“I’m so sorry, Vivian. There’s an emergency meeting that I must attend, so I may not be able to go to

the appointment with you. Would you be alright by yourself?” Finnick said apologetically.

“You go ahead. I’ll be fine,” she replied.

“In that case, you be careful.”

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“I’ll do that.”

Vivian then hung up. Even though the situation was understandable, she could not help but feel a little

disappointed.

After she tidied up a little, she left the house.

Just as she was awaiting a cab, a car rolled to a stop in front of her. Noah stepped out when the door

opened.

“Noah! What are you doing here?” Vivian asked.

“Mr. Norton wanted me to send you to the hospital,” he replied. “Shall we, Mrs. Norton?”

“Oh, alright.” Vivian was buoyant over Finnick’s thoughtfulness.

En route to the hospital, she noticed that Noah seemed a little distracted.

“Are you alright? You seem a little off,” she asked.

“What?” He lifted his eyes to regard her through the rear-view mirror before he quickly averted his

gaze. “I’m fine, Mrs. Norton. I guess I must be tired as things have been quite hectic at the office.”

“I see.” Vivian nodded. Finnick too had been starting early and returning late these past two days.

“Please take care not to tire yourself out,” she said.

“I will. Thank you for your concern.” Noah then quietly turned his attention back to the wheel. His eyes

betrayed the disquiet that stirred within him.

When they arrived, Vivian had Noah wait by the entrance before she went in by herself.

As Vivian had no prior experience, she had no idea what the procedure was for prenatal check-ups and

simply named the doctor Finnick contacted to the administrative nurse.

After going through the records, the nurse ushered her to a room. “Wait here. The doctor will be with

you shortly.”

“Alright. Thank you.” Vivian smiled politely.

Approximately ten minutes later, a middle-aged male doctor came in and looked Vivian over. “Come

with me,” he said before he turned to walk out.

Vivian had to move fast in order to keep up. This doctor came across to her as a little aloof. She was

also under the impression that her attending doctor was supposed to be a lady. The thought of needing

to lift her top in front of him later made her feel a little self-conscious.

The man ahead kept walking. Vivian soon found herself being led to an operation theater. She reached

out to stop him. “Aren’t I here for a prenatal, doctor? What are we doing at an operation theatre?”

“Could you be doing this for the first time?” he replied staidly.

“Yes.” Vivian nodded.

“This is what we do, for starters. Just follow my instructions.” He proceeded to bring in a few nurses

who helped Vivian change into a hospital gown before they led her to lie in wait on a mobile ward bed.

Though Vivian had her reservations, she nonetheless did as she was told.

Before long, she was carted to an operating table. The doctor waiting by the side approached with

scalpel in hand. The more she thought about it, the more she sensed something was amiss as she

fought to sit up. “What are you doing?”

“Mr. Norton wants this baby gone,” The doctor replied without emotion. He had the nurses restrain her

and prepared to administer the anesthetic.

“What!” His words struck her like a bolt of lightning. Did Finnick not arrange for a prenatal? Why would

the doctor want to abort the baby?

A sudden realization made her world fall apart. Finnick had been fooling her all along. Not only had he

never accepted this baby, but he had also arranged to have it aborted behind her back!

She d herself from the nurses’ grasp with all her might and leaped off the bed before she dashed out of

the operation theater, bare-footed. Vivian left a trail of tears behind as she took flight. She thought in

despair why Finnick could have done this to her. Refusing to believe this, she felt that she must seek

him out for an explanation.

 

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Outside the hospital, Vivian spotted Noah standing away from the car. Without regard for her own

appearance, she approached and got ahold of him. “Tell me what’s going on, Noah. Did Finnick really

want to get rid of this baby?”

Noah was shocked when he first saw her burst out of the doors. He avoided meeting her eyes when

she questioned him. His gaze was filled with guilt and a certain sense of helplessness.

“Yes.” That took him some time to say.

That answer seemed to have sapped all the energy from her. Her hands fell away from him, and her

eyes were filled with incredulity.

“How could this be? How could he lie to me?” Vivian muttered as she wept. “No, I don’t believe it…”

Vivian’s words were at odds with what she had already acknowledged to be true. Noah was Finnick’s

most trusted aide, so his words must reflect Finnick’s intention.

To think that Finnick’s affections and concern over the past few days were all mere pretenses. That he

had this planned out all along. Vivian’s heart felt like it was being rend.

Her face was awash with tears. She did not understand why there was a need for such cruelty. If

Finnick could not tolerate the baby, he could have told her so and they could have amicably parted

ways. Why was there a need for this deception?

“Grab her, quick!” While mired in her sorrow, Vivian heard a series of footsteps coming her way with

haste.

When she turned in their direction, she saw those people who were about to operate on her coming out

of the hospital in pursuit.

“Hurry, Noah…” In her anxiety, she grabbed onto Noah, hoping for him to take her away.

That was when she realized that it was Finnick who had Noah send her here, which meant he would

definitely not help. For all she knew, he might even give those people a hand in sending her back to the

operating table.

With that in mind, she relinquished her grip and retreated from him before she made a break for the

other side of the street. She must not allow herself to get caught. She would not allow anyone to harm

the unborn baby inside of her.

Noah’s fingers tightened against themselves as he watched her fleeing silhouette, his face consumed

by contrite. “I’m sorry, Mrs. Norton. I’m so, so sorry…”

As he muttered under his breath, the phone in his pocket started vibrating. Contempt washed over his

face when he saw what was on the display.

“How’s it progressing?” A woman’s laid back voice came through the other end.

“I’ve done as you’ve asked, now let my parents go!” Noah hollered into the phone.

The voice responded with a chuckle. “Relax. So long as you do what you’re told, you have my word

that they’ll come to no harm.”

“You’d better make sure of that!”

“Rest assured that I will,” the person replied impatiently before she hung up.

The veins throughout Noah’s body pulsed as he gripped the phone tightly in his hand. Once his parents

were safe, he vowed to make the woman pay.

As this was happening, Vivian sprinted along the street. She was in a state of dishevelment, still

dressed in the hospital gown, with no shoes on. The so-called doctors and nurses were hot on her

heels.

She turned the heads of passers-by who engaged in hushed commentary amongst themselves.

“Could she have escaped from an asylum?

“What else could she be, being chased by doctors as well.”

“Shall we call the police?”

“Forget it. It’s none of our business…”

…..

Vivian vaguely overheard what was said, but their opinions were the least of her concerns. The only

focus was to keep running. She could not afford to get caught and be sent back to the hospital cause

her baby would be surely lost otherwise.

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The very thought of it put wind in her sails and she ran like she had never run before. Vivian had no

idea for how long she kept at it, but she seemed to finally lose them.

Hunched over and taking in deep drawls, she glanced occasionally over her shoulders. It was only after

she had ascertained that she had thrown them off that she was finally able to let her guard down.

As soon as she recovered, Vivian pulled out her phone with intention of calling Finnick to demand he

explain why he did what he did.

Her eyes burned with fury as she dialed his number as she was working through her mind on how she

was going to castigate him. He had gone too far, and he should expect no forgiveness from her this

time.

For some reason, no one picked up even after a lengthy wait. Vivian cancelled and retried several

times to the same effect.

Was he avoiding her calls now? Vivian resisted the urge to hurl her phone. When she thought about it,

she figured that he must have gone and hidden himself after Noah reported her escape.

She stood by the road to simmer down before she hailed a cab.

He had to be home eventually. And when he did, she would be there waiting. This time, she would

impress upon him that they would divorce if he could not accept the child. There was no need for him to

resort to any more of these despicable means.

Vivian could not care too much about the injuries on her legs during her escape. She quickly made her

way toward the house the minute she arrived, hell bent on confronting him should he be home already.

Never did she expect to find a pair of heels upon opening the door. Those looked awfully familiar. She

worked through her memories and recollected having seen Evelyn wearing a pair just like this.

Is Evelyn in the house? What is she doing here?

Mystified, Vivian strode right through the doors. The sight that greeted her left her rooted to the spot.

Is she hallucinating? What was that strewn across the floor? Vivian’s gaze followed the trail created by

the stockings, shorts, a blouse amongst other articles of clothing which ended with some women’s

undergarments upon the stairs closest to the bedroom.

Whose clothing are these? Are they Evelyn’s? Where’s Finnick?

Vivian teetered on her feet as she pondered these questions. The room felt like it was spinning around

her and her vision momentarily flirted with darkness.

Very quickly, she closed her eyes and kept them shut tight for some time while she steadied herself.

Inside, she prayed that these were just imaginings created when her anger messed with her head.

They would disappear as soon as she reopened her eyes.

That was how she comforted herself before she slowly but surely did. However, nothing has changed.

The clothing remained exactly where she found them.

She felt her body quiver when she raised her head toward the bedroom on the second floor. Could

Finnick and Evelyn be convening inside? She refused to consider this but could not stop this notion

from festering.

With great difficulty, she dragged herself toward the bedroom. One step after the other, Vivian had

never felt her strides this heavy before.

As she edged closer and closer, she could already hear muffled voices emanating from within.

Unwilling to get nearer still, her subconsciousness screamed for her to turn around. She shuddered to

picture how she would react should she actually find them in there.

Her legs were seemingly defiant as it brought her ever closer to the bedroom against her will.

When she was finally in front of the door, she found it ajar. The sounds of a woman’s sensual moans

melded with a man’s husky grunts were picked up by her ears with clarity.

“Haha… you’re so good, Finnick… Ah.. Ah.. No… Stop it… Finnick…” The woman’s voice pierced like

needles upon Vivian’s heart. Was that familiar voice not that of Evelyn’s?

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Vivian felt a loud sound go off, as though something exploded off the top of her head.

Even a fool could guess as much what was going on.

But… this is impossible. Definitely impossible! It could not be Finnick. He would never subject her to a

betrayal like this! She could not accept this as fact even if she heard it for herself.

The door to the bedroom was now within arm’s length. She lifted her foot and began her advance. She

refused to believe that Finnick was in there. She had to ascertain it for herself.

“Ah… Finnick… Don’t…” The moment her hand came into contact with the doorknob, Evelyn’s moans

began to thump against her eardrums once more.

Vivian’s body trembled uncontrollably when Evelyn cried out Finnick’s name. It made her lose all

courage to enter.

The man’s gasping had her envisioning Finnick getting it on with Evelyn in their bed.

Her tear ducts finally let her down and left her vision clouded. Her heart bled, as though someone had

carved it up with a knife. She felt the air sucked from her lungs.

He won’t! He surely won’t! How could Finnick had betrayed her with Evelyn, and in their bedroom, no

less!

As much as Vivian did not want to believe it, hearing Finnick’s name being called by Evelyn, over and

over, gnawed at her.

The fond memories of the time they spent together flashed across her mind. It was as though she could

see the many faces of Finnick in the same instant.

Him being smiling and doting; Him kissing her lightly upon the forehead; Him in righteous anger; Him

holding her hand to assuage her fears; Him teasing her till she was red to the ear…

All of these Finnicks suddenly became unrecognizable as they sneered and regarded her like a fool.

She could almost hear them say, “What do you think you are, Vivian William? Did you believe I would

stay by your side for life? Look yourself in the mirror and see if you compare to Evelyn. Why would I

ever choose you over her?”

No! This cannot be!

The images conjured before Vivian had her so startled that she staggered and nearly fell over

backwards. It was only when she steadied herself with the wall to her side that she realized it was only

her own mind playing tricks on her.

Were the voices that she just heard an illusion too? A faint smile evoked upon Vivian’s face before the

voices from inside the room shredded the last remnants of her hopes.

“Slow down, Finnick… Ah… I love you… be gentler with me…” Evelyn’s shameless moans left her

completely crushed.

Vivian slid down against the wall until she sat slumped upon the floor. She could neither find the

resolve to leave nor the courage to confront the truth which was beyond that door She could only sit

there and let herself be tormented by Evelyn’s cries of ecstasy.

Finnick not only failed to accompany her to the prenatal. He had colluded with the doctor to forcibly

abort the baby inside of her. Instead of handling things at the office like he said, he was in their home

engaging in such unspeakable acts with Evelyn. The thought of these had Vivian on the verge of a

mental breakdown.

Vivian bit down on her own hand so that she would not cry out loud. She still refused to believe that

Finnick would be capable of doing this. This was not the Finnick that she remembered. The man she

knew and loved would not have done this to her.

What if the man inside is not him? Only Evelyn’s voice was heard after so long, but what of Finnick’s?

Perhaps it was someone else in there?