Chapter 860
Dawn light filtered through the terminal windows as Vivian Laurent walked alone through the airport, pulling her carry-on suitcase.
The suitcase held only a few changes of clothes. Isabella Langley had already prepared all her living essentials overseas.
She'd deliberately chosen the earliest flight to avoid prying eyes.
Unbeknownst to her, the Roscente family bodyguards had already reported her itinerary to Ethan Roscente.
Meanwhile, Dominic Atlante's private jet sat waiting at the same terminal.
Ethan was in the middle of a cross-continental video conference when his assistant delivered the news.
"Miss Laurent and Mr. Atlante are both at the airport right now."
The fountain pen in his hand dragged across the document, leaving an ink-stained gash.
For days he'd deliberately kept his distance from Vivian, relying on sleeping pills to get through each night.
Now this information shattered his fragile restraint.
"Get the car!" He ripped off his tie and threw it on the desk. "Tell airport security to delay all flights to M country."
The black Maybach ran three red lights in succession.
Ethan's knuckles turned white around his phone.
The screen displayed a photo just sent by his security team—Vivian smiling at the check-in counter.
That smile burned his eyes like acid.
"Faster," he rasped, his voice rough as sandpaper.
When the boarding announcement echoed through the terminal, Vivian was checking her phone.
Isabella had texted that she was already waiting at arrivals.
As Vivian stood up, an iron grip seized her arm.
The familiar scent of cedarwood enveloped her.
Ethan's eyes were bloodshot, his jaw shadowed with stubble.
"You're leaving with him?" His voice shook.
Vivian winced at his crushing grip. "Let go!"
"Answer me!" He pinned her against the glass wall. "How long has this been going on?"
Passengers turned to stare.
Only then did Vivian realize his misunderstanding.
A quiet relief washed over her—he didn't know about the pregnancy.
"My travel plans are none of your business." She pushed against his chest. "I'll call security."
Suddenly he pulled her into a crushing embrace.
"Don't go..." His breath scorched her neck. "These past seven days...I've been a walking corpse..."
The raw pain in his voice made her shiver.
"Every flower shop makes me think of buying you roses. Every patisserie makes me want to bring you macarons..."
His words dissolved into a choked sob.
Vivian's eyes burned unexpectedly.
The final boarding call echoed through the terminal.
Ethan tightened his arms around her. "Please..."