Viviane stepped out of the hospital and glanced at the overcast sky before pulling out her phone to book a taxi.
Half an hour later, she stood at the door of her best friend Mirea's apartment, taking a deep breath before pressing the doorbell.
When Mirea opened the door, her brows arched in surprise.
"Viviane, what are you doing here?"
Viviane forced a faint smile. "Mirea, can I stay with you for a few days?"
Mirea immediately pulled her inside, her expression filled with concern. "What happened?"
Viviane sank onto the sofa, her gaze lowered. "I had a fight with Cyril."
Mirea handed her a glass of warm water and sat beside her. "Didn't you already plan to leave him?"
She remembered Viviane mentioning divorce before, and it had almost made her want to set off fireworks in celebratio
