"I guess, he hasn't touched you in these five years, right?"
Vivianne immediately bit her lip until it bled.
She felt so heartbroken that she pushed her away, screaming and collapsing. "Get lost! Shut up! Shut up!"
Kiara stood up and glanced at her, who was crying on the floor, full of sympathy. Then, she walked upstairs in her soft slippers.
The living room was filled with the miserable and day-wrenching cries.
Memories flooded into Vivianne's mind like a tide.
Kiara left, because there was no need for her to explain what happened next one by one."
Having been dating for five years, Lucas had never touched Vivianne, claiming that he was a religious believer and could not have sex before marriage.
Even when she was lying on the same bed and when she was wearing sexy lingerie on purpose to seduce him, he never wavered.
It turned out that all his passion and desire were vented on another woman.
She always thought that she was the happiest woman in the world, but now she realized that she was the most ridiculous one!
Three years ago, Lucas flew to the UK in the middle of the night on the pretext of an urgent problem with the project and stayed there for a whole month. It turned out that he was rekindling his old relationship with his ex-girlfriend.
Two years ago, he personally flew to Germany to invite Kiara back as the CFO of Optimuz, under the pretext of a shortage of personnel in the company. It turned out that it was because she had divorced again, but he was still willing to be her bootlicker.
Three days ago, he brought Kiara home on the pretext of a work handover and kissed her passionately in the study. It turned out that she was leaving and he was trying hard to keep her.
God helped those who put in effort and Lucas' wish came true.
In the end, Kiara was willing not to leave for him and Lucas did not want to be hypocritical with Vivianne anymore, which was why he was suddenly like a different person, disliking and targeting her anytime.
"So, that's the truth."
"So, it turns out I'm just a substitute."
"For five whole years, I lived a lie, being teased and laughed at like a clown ...."
She murmured, her eyes red and swollen.
The door was wide open and the cold wind whistled into the room. She just laid on the cold floor, crying and then laughing.
"Idiot, hahahaha, Vivianne, you are such a fucking idiot!"
The night was getting deeper and deeper.
Vivianne did not know how long she had been lying there, nor did she know when she went upstairs. The next day, when she woke up groggy, she found herself lying on the bed in her room.
She must have a fever, her body burning and shivering. Her injured arm yesterday must have also been numb that she could no longer feel the pain.
There were two or three missed calls on her phone and they were all from Stellan.
There was still a bunch of messages and it was also from him.
But none of those messages were urgent. He asked her how she was going after she came back and whether she had encountered any difficult problems.
Vivianne thought of what Kiara said yesterday.
She touched her face, which no longer hurt and a bitter smile appeared at the corners of her lips.
Forget it, I won't tell Stellan about these kinds of things, otherwise, with his temper, he will hit them. I have been a joke for five years, so I should give myself some respect.
Even though it might seem ridiculous.
Vivianne got up from the bed, struggled to wash up and change her clothes with one hand, then left the room.
This time, she brought her ID card and passport.
For one thing, it was inconvenient for her hands to hold anything else and for another, most of those were bought by Lucas.
She did not want to make herself even more despicable, so she just did not want any of it and left as clean as she came.
But when she passed the staircase, she still unconsciously stopped in her step.
There were intense sounds coming from inside.
