Vivian's POV
"You do not have to work, you can quit your job, and I will take care of you," The words left Ryan's mouth with the ease of a feather floating through air. But to Vivian, they landed with the heaviness of a one-ton boulder.
What?!
Did he really just tell her to quit her job? Sitting up Vivian put distance between them, grabbing a cushion, she squeezed it tight, and when that did not get rid of the rage that she was feeling, she brought it to her face and screamed into it.
When she raised her no doubt red and blotchy face, Ryan was staring at her, his eyes wide, and his mouth open in shock. "Vivian, what is wrong?" He asked. Unable to speak, Vivian once again buried her face in the cushion and screamed.
After two more screams like that. Her voice was finally able to form words.
"Can you repeat what you said to me?" She asked, shocked by how soft her tone was.
