He almost didn’t believe it.
But the fact that his ex wife is alive, and mere inches away from where he stands does little in the way of doubt.
When Noxian had gotten the call, almost over a week ago regarding the woman he thought had been dead all these years, no part of him was quick to accept whatever the hell this was. But curiosity had to be the destroyer of men. Because why else would he have listened to the woman on the other end of the receiver? Or gotten in his car about a week later, headed to the location he’d written down on a whim after said phone call.
Curiosity.
But what Noxian felt now is far from it. As he watches Vivien from a distance that’ll maintain his cover, he can’t bring himself to expel any of his downright joy.
She’s not dead.
She’s alive, and healthy, a
