Hearing that name, Edward's face went dark. He hadn't expected to hear it here. Ever. The report in his hand got crushed under his grip. His head was full of four words, looping: "She's lying to me!" Before he could throw anything, the secretary slipped out of the office. The room was empty. Edward let everything he'd been holding back come pouring out. "Vivienne didn't die. She lied to me." "You really pulled one over on me. Fooled everyone." "How the hell do you just walk back into my life?!" He raged until the office was wrecked — water glass shattered, Montblanc pen snapped, framed family photo knocked off the desk — and then, drained, he dropped into a chair. Edward put his head in his hands. Covered his face. Cried. "Thank God. Thank God you're not dead. Thank God you're s

