Vivienne’s POV
I followed Alexander to the front row of the auction hall. The lights were bright, and the stage was already set. Guests in elegant clothes filled every seat.
I held his arm as we walked in, just as we were expected to in public.
A small hope lingered in my heart.
Tonight… maybe he would stay beside me.
Maybe, just once, I would not lose to Isabella.
Then I saw her.
Isabella was already seated in the front row. She turned and smiled the moment she saw Alexander.
“Alexander, over here.”
Her voice was soft. Familiar.
Alexander paused. He glanced at me briefly… then gently removed my hand from his arm.
“Go ahead,” he said quietly.
And walked toward her.
My steps stopped.
For a moment, I could not move.
The smile on my lips faded slowly.
So this was the truth.
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