- - - - - Vivian’s pov - - - - -
I sat at the small desk in my room, scribbling down numbers and calculations on a piece of paper.
Expenses for a newborn weren’t cheap, and everything seemed so daunting. Diapers, formula, clothes, a crib—just the basics would cost a fortune. And that didn’t even include the money I’d need to survive once I left Asher.
I tapped the pen against my lip, sighing. All my savings had gone into buying the house I no longer lived in.
My job at the architectural firm? Gone, thanks to my so-called unwanted husband. How was I supposed to provide for a baby? My chest tightened as I stared at the numbers that just didn’t add up.
Maybe I could ask Asher to let me work again. Would he even allow it? Or would he come up with some controlling excuse about how he
