Chapter 294

"Where exactly are we going?" Vivian arched an eyebrow at Ethan.

"Afraid I'll abduct you?"

She scoffed. "As if you could."

Ethan remained silent, simply signaling the driver to proceed.

The capital's neon lights still blazed despite the late hour, painting streaks of color across the car windows.

When familiar streets came into view, Vivian's fingers tightened around her purse strap.

This was the gated community she'd called home for three years.

"What's the meaning of this?" Her voice strained as she stared at the unmistakable mansion.

"I bought it back." Ethan's tone betrayed no emotion.

Vivian remembered clearly—she'd listed this marital home immediately after their divorce.

"Too much money to burn, Mr. Roscente?"

"I wanted to give it to you." He turned to face her. "This place holds our memories."

"Memories?" Her laugh was bitter. "Did you ever spend a single night here?"

The endless evenings alone in this empty house were seared into her memory.

"It's not too late to start now." Ethan's gaze burned into her.

"Suit yourself." Vivian turned to leave.

This house only reminded her how foolish those three years had been.

Ethan caught her wrist. "Give me a chance to make things right."

"Let go." She wrenched free. "We're over."

Her eyes were glacial.

Ethan watched her silhouette dissolve into the night before instructing the driver to follow.

He pushed open the villa's front door.

The hollow foyer remained exactly as Vivian had left it.

Now it was his turn to taste loneliness.