Viviane arrived home with emotions running high. Her mind was the plans she had carefully laid out over the years were now on the line. The presence of Archer, a person who should have been buried in bitter memories, instead reappeared like a nightmare that wouldn't go away. Her face tightened, and her hands clutching the bag hardened, her fingers trembling with anger. Her every step echoed on the marble floor, as if the anger in her heart was adding weight to her steps.
With a rough movement, Viviane pushed aside the vase on the table and threw it against the wall. The sound of the ceramic shattering was loud, and the fragments scattered to the floor, but it was not enough to calm her anger. Another vase was thrown, and this time the shards fell on the thick carpet, reducing the satisfyi
