Vivienne’s POV
I stared at Alexander after the words left my mouth.
I did not look away.
I watched him carefully, waiting.
The anger did not explode immediately. It built slowly, like something dark rising from beneath the surface. His eyes deepened first, the calm inside them turning heavy and dangerous. Then his lips curved slightly, not in amusement but in something colder, something sharper.
He looked at me as if I had said something foolish.
“ I have no right to control you.”
He repeated my words quietly, as though testing them, as though they were absurd.
Then his expression hardened.
“You are still my wife.”
His voice dropped, steady and cold.
“And you are still my sister.”
The words landed like a weight pressing down on me.
He continued, his tone carrying a warning th
