The Rich Life She Deserved - Chapter 9: Chapter 9
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Later, I visited Vivian at the psychiatric facility.
When I saw her again, she was huddled in the corner of her room, dressed in a thin white hospital gown. Her hollow eyes stared at nothing as she rocked back and forth, rhythmically knocking her head against the wall, whispering incoherently to herself.
Then she noticed me.
Her body tensed, her gaze snapping into focus—sharp, feral. In an instant, she was on her feet, lunging toward me with a guttural cry.
But the reinforced glass between us held firm.
She slammed against it, fingers clawing at the barrier like a caged animal, her face contorted with fury. A pang of sorrow twisted in my chest.
She was barely recognizable—her frame gaunt, her once-perfect features hollowed out. Though surgeons had repaired her shattered leg, it still sat at an awkward angle, a permanent reminder of her downfall.
Her burning eyes raked over me—my slender face, the subtle curve of my belly. With a guttural scream, she pounded her fists against the glass.
"That was supposed to be MY life! MINE! You stole my body! You'll pay for this—you'll never be happy!"
Her voice was raw, venomous, as if she could tear me apart with her hatred alone.
I rested a hand gently on my stomach and met her gaze. "Vivian, you still don't get it. No one can steal a life. The life you have… is the one you chose."
Without another word, I turned and walked away.
As I stepped into the hallway, Cedric stood waiting by the exit.
"Did you take care of everything?" I asked.
He nodded, offering his arm to steady me.
"Thank you," I said suddenly.
He paused, his warm gaze softening.
"For gathering the evidence against Herbert. For saving Jeanette from the Yates family."
A quiet smile touched his lips. He squeezed my hand gently.
"Let's go home, my love."
The End.
When I saw her again, she was huddled in the corner of her room, dressed in a thin white hospital gown. Her hollow eyes stared at nothing as she rocked back and forth, rhythmically knocking her head against the wall, whispering incoherently to herself.
Then she noticed me.
Her body tensed, her gaze snapping into focus—sharp, feral. In an instant, she was on her feet, lunging toward me with a guttural cry.
But the reinforced glass between us held firm.
She slammed against it, fingers clawing at the barrier like a caged animal, her face contorted with fury. A pang of sorrow twisted in my chest.
She was barely recognizable—her frame gaunt, her once-perfect features hollowed out. Though surgeons had repaired her shattered leg, it still sat at an awkward angle, a permanent reminder of her downfall.
Her burning eyes raked over me—my slender face, the subtle curve of my belly. With a guttural scream, she pounded her fists against the glass.
"That was supposed to be MY life! MINE! You stole my body! You'll pay for this—you'll never be happy!"
Her voice was raw, venomous, as if she could tear me apart with her hatred alone.
I rested a hand gently on my stomach and met her gaze. "Vivian, you still don't get it. No one can steal a life. The life you have… is the one you chose."
Without another word, I turned and walked away.
As I stepped into the hallway, Cedric stood waiting by the exit.
"Did you take care of everything?" I asked.
He nodded, offering his arm to steady me.
"Thank you," I said suddenly.
He paused, his warm gaze softening.
"For gathering the evidence against Herbert. For saving Jeanette from the Yates family."
A quiet smile touched his lips. He squeezed my hand gently.
"Let's go home, my love."
The End.
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