Vivienne's POV
“Or did I hear the wrong word? Vivienne, who is the married woman here?”
“I'm talking to you,” he said again, louder than before.
I wanted to answer, but I knew this wasn't the best time. Not today. The dim lighting in the small living room cast long shadows on the walls, and the faint sound of traffic outside was the only noise breaking the tense silence inside.
“Jack, you might want to leave now,” I said, turning to him. My fingers tapped nervously against my thigh.
“Leave? Are you kidding me? A man shows up at your door claiming you are married and the next thing you think is to tell me to leave? It doesn't add up, and no, I'm not leaving.”
“Just go, Jack. I will give you a call.” I was beginning to get too tired of everything.
“And how do you plan to call me when
