Chapter 337
Vivienne
It's been a while since I've been at my family home. I've been living with the Hans since the engagement, playing the perfect future daughter-in-law, the perfect political wife, the perfect Omega. Coming back feels like taking off a corset I didn't know I was wearing.
The air in the mansion is ice cold. Daphne is on a business trip—she left yesterday, something about a merger in the north, something that couldn't wait. I told her to go. Told her I'd be fine. Told her I'd be here when she got back.
But I didn't tell her I'd be here. In my childhood home. Hiding.
Damien and Bernard had some argument last night—I heard shouting through the walls, heard doors slamming, heard something that might have been glass breaking. I don't know what it was about. I don't want to know.
I just needed to get out.
"Look who showed her face."
