Chapter 92

Vivian Laurent pounded desperately on the car window. The driver ignored her completely. Ethan Roscente had given strict orders—no one was to stop without his permission.

Ethan dialed his secretary with icy precision. "Find out why those men were targeting her."

The car sped through the streets before screeching to a halt before the Roscente Family Estate. The opulent mansion was where Vivian had stayed while nursing Ethan before their marriage. In three years of marriage, he'd never brought her here.

"Go shower." Ethan frowned. "Clean clothes will arrive shortly."

Vivian stood frozen, her gaze glacial.

"What?" Ethan arched an eyebrow. "Cat got your tongue? Or are you waiting for me to undress you?"

"All this trouble just to make me take a shower?" Vivian's lips curled in mockery.

Ethan remained impassive. "Don't flatter yourself. Where are you living now? Need me to arrange accommodations?"

He truly didn't know his ex-wife. Their post-divorce encounters could be counted on one hand. He didn't even know her current address.

A sharp pain pierced Vivian's chest. To him, Dr. Luna and his foolish ex-wife would always be two different people.

"Save your pity." She sneered. "I'm doing perfectly fine—no shortage of money or roofs over my head."

"Vivian, stop pretending."

"Who's pretending?"

The air between them turned to ice. For the first time, Ethan found this woman utterly incomprehensible.

A phone ringtone shattered the silence. "Sophia Evans" flashed across the screen.

"Ethan, are you done with work?" Sophia's voice floated through the speaker. "Victoria got bullied tonight. I heard you divorced Vivian? She wouldn't take it out on Victoria, would she?"

"She's always been like this—throwing tantrums since her days with the Valrose family. Never deserved you. The divorce was the right call."

Vivian let out a cold laugh, loud enough to be heard. "Birds of a feather flock together."

Dead silence from the other end.

"Ethan!" Sophia's voice trembled. "Who's with you? What are you doing together so late?"

Vivian suddenly leaned in, her crimson lips nearly brushing the phone. She lowered her voice to a sultry whisper laced with suggestive breaths. "Your dear Ethan brought me home...insisted I shower immediately."

In one swift motion, she yanked Ethan's tie, her warm breath caressing his ear. "You hurt me last time...be gentler tonight."