A week later, I returned to my upscale apartment in Hartwell, Brynwood, to finalize the paperwork for transferring the property out of my name.
I had bought this place outright with my own money, and it had once been meant to be my and Arthur's home after our wedding, but now I did not want to have anything to do with it. "Ms. Taylor, all the documents are ready," the real estate agent said, handing me the file with a polite smile.
I had just signed my name and was about to leave when the door was suddenly shoved open and Arthur stormed in like a madman.
His hair, once so carefully styled, was now a dishevelled mess, and although he was still wearing that impeccably tailored suit, his eyes were bloodshot and heavy with exhaustion.
"Vivienne, I finally found you," he said, his face ligh
