She thought she could forget and move on. She thought time would heal her wounds, but it had been over two weeks now, and still, it felt like time only made the ache sharper, the memories more vivid, and the longing more unbearable. Every passing day seemed to peel away a layer of numbness, exposing her raw, tender grief beneath.
Vivian wasn't sure if she was consumed by her own desire for vengeance, but Ryan's ghost haunted her every waking moment, his eyes beseeching her to seek revenge, his voice whispering in her ear, urging her to make Reana pay. And Vivian was willing to sacrifice everything – her own life, her very soul – to avenge the man she loved.
"Vivian, are you listening to me?"
Vivian blinked, snapping back to reality. She looked at her mother, who was staring at her with a mixture of concern and frustration. "Yes, Mother. I'm listening," Vivian replied, trying to sound calm despite the turmoil brewing inside her.
