“Vivienne, why are you crying like somebody died?”
Vivienne covered her mouth but another sob tore through her.
“He's gone.”
Scarlett blinked. “Apparently.”
“No.” Vivienne shook her head, tears running down her cheeks. “He's really gone.”
She sank onto the edge of the bed. Her shoulders began trembling and Scarlett sat beside her.
“I don't understand why you're acting like you've won the lottery.”
Vivienne stared at the screen again because in her mind, she had. Damien's shadow had hung over everything.
He had frightened her, manipulated her, used her, threatened her and made her believe that leaving him would destroy whatever little life she had left.
Now he was behind bars.
She could stay. She could remain in the mansion and she could slowly rebuild her position.
She could mak
