Vivian's POV
My breath caught in my throat, my eyelids fluttering as I pressed a trembling hand against my chest. His words had sliced through me like a blade, leaving me raw and exposed.
Most marriages are jokes, he had said. Including theirs. Including my union with Liam. A contract built on his need for physical connection and my desperate desire to be consumed by something real. But it wasn't real at all. Nothing about it was genuine.
Sienna's face twisted with anger, her hands curling into tight fists on the cafe table. "I'm going to march right up to his manager and give him a piece of my mind," she growled, starting to rise from her chair.
"Don't," I whispered, shaking my head firmly. "It's not worth the trouble."
I almost added that he hadn't lied, but the words stuck in my throat like poison.
Sienna studied me with calculating eyes, tilting her head as if trying to decode some hidden message. Then she asked the question that made my world tilt sideways.
