"Please. That's still better than Ethan. At least Victor bought me anything I wanted."
Leaning lazily against the bar with a cigarette between her fingers, Vivian exhaled a slow stream of smoke and laughed coldly. "Ethan never truly loved me anyway. I was only gone for a few years, and he already married another woman. Now he suddenly wants to mourn her after she's dead? What a joke."
Her voice dripped with mockery as she continued, "Lydia died because of him. All I had to do was act pitiful for a while, and he practically drained her dry himself. Does he seriously still believe Lydia stabbed me? i***t. That woman never had the guts for something like that. I brought the knife myself, and I was the one waiting for her in the office."
Then Vivian gave a careless shrug and added with a la
