The Billionaire's Obsession: Love, Lies, and Desires

ked, her voice laced with genuine concern, her ey

er as she watched the diamond catch the light, mocking her. How could Vivian be so blissfully unaware? How could she, of all people, be the one to wear

pped with mockery, each word heavy with contempt, her

id, her heart swelling with joy. There was something in Emma's tone that seemed almost too sweet, but Vivian pushed it

bitter, reverberating with an almost cruel amusement.

slowly, savoring every syllable as if it were a sweet

egan, her unease growing with each passing second. Something wasn't right. Before she could gath

ld, almost detached, but there was a gleam of wicked

hrough them, her breath caught in her throat. Pregnancy test results, one after a

but her eyes were wide, unable to compreh

ous delight. "You didn't know? Well, now you do. I'm p

it out loud would somehow make it untrue. She couldn't-she refused-to believe what she was hearing.

mply too blind, too naïve, to see what was happening right under your nose." Emma's voice wa

her and Brian, caught in intimate moments, their bodies intertwined in ways

in like a weight pressing down on her chest. Betrayal. Heartbreak. Her hands tremble

every part of Vivian's mind, suffocating her thoughts. The

ken as it was, refused to crumble entirely. She stood

erating through the café, causing heads to turn. The anger in her chest surged, and withou

tail of rage, heartbreak, and disbelief. She kept her eyes straight ahead, refusing to let the

in couldn't compare to what was happening inside her-inside her heart. The raw ache, the crushing sense of los

she shut the door behind her, the dam inside her finally broke. She collapsed to the floor, her

and unbidden. Her whole world had been

y fabric of her soul. "How could they both do this to me?" she wh

love-the photos that had once meant so much to her now torn into pieces, discarded like tra

choing in the empty room. The words were bitter, filled

gainst the table, the sound harsh and unwelcome. Her breath caught in her throat. She looke

at maybe, just maybe, it was all a mistake-was there. But that fleeting moment passed in the blink of an eye. She knew better now. The

n: "I'm sorry, it's all my fault

a long moment, as though trying to extract any hint of sincerity from them. There was none. Just em

herself. "How dare he think he could just

t tasted the destruction his lies had wrought? How could h

want to run back to him. No, this was the kind of pain that stoked a fire in he

words tear through her throat like broken glass, but she didn't care

romises Brian had made, the lies he had told, the future he had promised but never intended to deliver. Once

steely resolve, she placed the ring on the table, pushing it away from herself, almost as if she were discarding a piece of her past. She

itted teeth, her voice trembling, but not with weakness. It was w

doused by any plea or apology. She was done being the victi

beat wildly, but it was no longer the rhythm of sorrow. It was the pulse of a woman who h

k of the ring on the table. How had she let herself get here? How had she let him make a fool of her for so long?

ng herself, her eyes burning wi

you back because you're sorry now? No." She sp

he relentless pleas continuing, like a broken record. "Vivian, please, I love

ttering of the illusion he had woven around her life. She had been living in a fantasy, and now tha

She could feel her pulse quicken, the anger mixing with something else. Was it

yed. She would not let his lies define her. The love she had once given so freely had tur

softly, almost to herself, as she g