Vivian's POV
I selected the champagne-gold sequined gown.
Not the silk number I had worn when Liam's fingers explored my body. Not the velvet piece I had on while grinding against his thigh until I shattered. The sequined dress remained untouched by our encounters, making it the perfect choice for tonight's rebellion.
My defiance was calculated and necessary.
The night he claimed work called him away, which I doubted completely, he returned in the early morning hours. I knew this because sleep eluded me for most of the night before exhaustion finally won. The following days passed with me feeling like a ghost in his house.
The isolation wasn't entirely unwelcome. I had finally committed to enrolling in online courses and spent my time preparing mentally for classes starting next month. Additionally, I dedicated hours to researching potential facilities where my sister might be housed.
One location seemed promising enough to warrant investigation.
