~Vivian~
I stared at the text message on my phone for what felt like an eternity. The words blurred together, my heart racing so fast and loud that it drowned out every other sound. Nathan’s tone from the text was cold, and so filled with a hate that made my stomach churn. It definitely didn't sound like the man whom I'd spent the last five years with.
“Come home, Vivian. You’re my wife. If you don’t come back by the end of the week, I’ll make sure you regret it. Don’t test me.”
My hands trembled as I read it again, as though the words might somehow change if I looked long enough. They didn’t. The threat sat there, bold and unchanging as if they would jump out and tear my throat out
“Vee?”
Tasha’s voice pulled me out of my daze, and I realized she was standing in the doorway of her
