Chapter 30

Felix Valdemar stood beside Ethan Roscente, his eyes wide with disbelief.

The obese woman covered in festering sores from Ethan's wedding three years ago had undergone a complete transformation.

He remembered how she had clung desperately, like a repulsive toad.

"Move, or I'll vomit on you," Vivian Laurent slurred drunkenly.

Lucas Lefèvre repeated coldly, "Move."

Ethan's body stiffened slightly before he stepped aside.

Lucas supported Vivian as they walked toward the restroom.

Inside, Vivian swiftly pulled out her makeup kit.

With practiced precision, she dotted her face with dense clusters of scars, obscuring her delicate features.

The mirror reflected a grotesque visage.

This was the Vivian Ethan remembered.

Gasps filled the air when she emerged.

Ethan remained expressionless.

"Well, if it isn't Mr. Roscente after three years," Vivian sneered. "I thought you'd forgotten all about me."

Ethan glanced at the onlookers before gripping her wrist. "We need to talk."

Lucas moved to follow.

Vivian waved him off.

"Speak quickly," she said, shaking free of Ethan's grasp.

His brows furrowed. "You never used to frequent places like this."

The docile Vivian from his memory bore no resemblance to the woman before him.

"You know me?" Vivian laughed coldly. "How many times did we even meet?"

The sharpness in her eyes startled Ethan.

"I know you resent me," he said gravely. "Name your price. I'll compensate you."

Her smirk deepened.

"Your money means nothing to me, Mr. Roscente."

The steel in her gaze unsettled him.

Where was the timid Vivian from before?

"How will you survive without money?" he pressed. "The Valrose family won't support you."

"That's none of your concern," Vivian said icily.

"By relying on that pretty boy?" Ethan glanced at Lucas.

"Ethan Roscente!" Vivian snapped. "We're divorced. I'll see whoever I want!"

She turned and walked away without looking back.