"I guess, he hasn't touched you in these five years, right?"

Vivianne immediately bit her lip until it bled.

She felt so heartbroken that she pushed her away, screaming and collapsing. "Get lost! Shut up! Shut up!"

Kiara stood up and glanced at her, who was crying on the floor, full of sympathy. Then, she walked upstairs in her soft slippers.

The living room was filled with the miserable and day-wrenching cries.

Memories flooded into Vivianne's mind like a tide.

Kiara left, because there was no need for her to explain what happened next one by one."

Having been dating for five years, Lucas had never touched Vivianne, claiming that he was a religious believer and could not have sex before marriage.

Even when she was lying on the same bed and when she was wearing sexy lingerie on purpose to seduce him, he never wavered.

It turned out that all his passion and desire were vented on another woman.

She always thought that she was the happiest woman in the world, but now she realized that she was the most ridiculous one!

Three years ago, Lucas flew to the UK in the middle of the night on the pretext of an urgent problem with the project and stayed there for a whole month. It turned out that he was rekindling his old relationship with his ex-girlfriend.

Two years ago, he personally flew to Germany to invite Kiara back as the CFO of Optimuz, under the pretext of a shortage of personnel in the company. It turned out that it was because she had divorced again, but he was still willing to be her bootlicker.

Three days ago, he brought Kiara home on the pretext of a work handover and kissed her passionately in the study. It turned out that she was leaving and he was trying hard to keep her.

God helped those who put in effort and Lucas' wish came true.

In the end, Kiara was willing not to leave for him and Lucas did not want to be hypocritical with Vivianne anymore, which was why he was suddenly like a different person, disliking and targeting her anytime.

"So, that's the truth."

"So, it turns out I'm just a substitute."

"For five whole years, I lived a lie, being teased and laughed at like a clown ...."

She murmured, her eyes red and swollen.

The door was wide open and the cold wind whistled into the room. She just laid on the cold floor, crying and then laughing.

"Idiot, hahahaha, Vivianne, you are such a fucking idiot!"

The night was getting deeper and deeper.

Vivianne did not know how long she had been lying there, nor did she know when she went upstairs. The next day, when she woke up groggy, she found herself lying on the bed in her room.

She must have a fever, her body burning and shivering. Her injured arm yesterday must have also been numb that she could no longer feel the pain.

There were two or three missed calls on her phone and they were all from Stellan.

There was still a bunch of messages and it was also from him.

But none of those messages were urgent. He asked her how she was going after she came back and whether she had encountered any difficult problems.

Vivianne thought of what Kiara said yesterday.

She touched her face, which no longer hurt and a bitter smile appeared at the corners of her lips.

Forget it, I won't tell Stellan about these kinds of things, otherwise, with his temper, he will hit them. I have been a joke for five years, so I should give myself some respect.

Even though it might seem ridiculous.

Vivianne got up from the bed, struggled to wash up and change her clothes with one hand, then left the room.

This time, she brought her ID card and passport.

For one thing, it was inconvenient for her hands to hold anything else and for another, most of those were bought by Lucas.

She did not want to make herself even more despicable, so she just did not want any of it and left as clean as she came.

But when she passed the staircase, she still unconsciously stopped in her step.

There were intense sounds coming from inside.

It seemed that Kiara was moaning, mixed with Lucas' low roar.

After listening to it for a few seconds, Vivianne suddenly reacted and her face instantly turned pale.

Early in the morning, they were ....

She did not know how embarrassed she was when she escaped from the house. Even after she got into the taxi, her tears were still streaming down her face.

She grasped her chest tightly, almost suffocating from the pain.

More than twenty years of love and eight years of trust, to now when she was about to leave, Vivianne realized that her first half of her life was all about Lucas. It was too difficult and painful to let it go.

Vivianne had not told Anastasia Reitman about her leaving yet. She was still feeling upset and disappointed about losing her job recently, so Vivianne did not want to burden her.

The taxi stopped at the entrance of the hospital.

She paid the fare and got out of the taxi, then registered to see the doctor.

"You have a fever. I'll prescribe some medicine and give you an IV drip later. Your arm is fine, so you don't need a cast. Please be more careful and don't bump into it again." The doctor came to the conclusion.

Vivianne was a little surprised and then bitter.

In the past few years, she had been spoiled by Lucas. She just fell down, but she could not even bear the pain. She rushed to the hospital to take an X-ray ....

The infusion hall was crowded. Vivianne sat alone inside, looking at those couples and bosses with envy. Just a month ago, she naively thought that she and Lucas could grow old together.

Now it seemed so ridiculous.

Three hours passed in a flash. She hesitated for a long time, but in the end, she went into the inpatient department in the back.

Lucas' father, Hendry, had been there all these years and he would have surgery the day after tomorrow. But Vivianne should no longer be in California by then. After all, he treated her like his own daughter. So, she still wanted to say goodbye before leaving.

Even if she could not go into his ward and meet him, at least she could see him in front of the door of his ward.

But as soon as she reached the door, she suddenly stopped.

In the ward, she heard Lucas' mother, Lilliana, sighed and said,

"I guess, Vivianne is really leaving this time, right? Lucas, that scoundrel, told us to keep it a secret, but he made it known to the whole city. How can we live like this from now on?"

Hendry also sounded very angry.

"If it weren't for seeing Lucas suffer from heartbreak all day long, how could I have agreed to let Vivianne live in! I thought forcing them to get engaged would help calm things down, but I didn't expect that Kiara would go back on her word."

"Hendry, what do you think we should do if Vivianne refuses to leave him? Kiara is pregnant, but she hasn't shown any signs of pregnancy yet. If she finds out that the baby is born in the wrong month and makes a scene, where can we put the face of the Cannavales?"

"I'll come up with a solution later. If it doesn't work out, I'll take her abroad on the pretext that I need someone to take care of me after surgery and then arrange a marriage partner for her. Vivianne is innocent and quite filial. After all, we've raised her for eight years, so she won't dare disobey us. Don't worry."

Vivianne could not bear to listen to the rest of the words anymore.

She tightly covered her mouth and used all her strength to hold onto the window to prevent herself from collapsing.

It turned out that for so many years, she had been living in the lies they carefully woven!

Lucas' love for her was fake. He was just trying to find the shadow of another person in herself. Lucas' parents' treatment of her as their own daughter was also fake. In their eyes, she was just a tool to appease their son.

Even that mistress, Kiara!

No, perhaps in their eyes, I was the mistress.

Thinking of these, Vivianne felt even more pain. She gritted her teeth tightly to prevent herself from crying and every step she took towards the elevator was as painful as a needle prick.

Fortunately, she discovered all of this when she was still young and unmarried. Besides she had planned to leave them.

Before, she thought that leaving without saying a word would be a bit unfair to Lucas' parents and would be like an ungrateful person. Now it seemed that she was overthinking.

The elevator door slowly opened.

She covered her red and swollen eyes with sunglasses, straightened up her emotions and lifted her head. However, the moment she met the eyes of the people inside, her whole body stiffened.

It was Lucas and Kiara.

Vivianne did not want them to see her in such a mess, so she covered her face and turned around to leave, but Lucas grabbed her arm first. "Why are you here?"

"There's something I have to do here."

Vivianne did not turn back, maintaining the posture of being pulled by him and answering in a low voice.

Lucas frowned tightly and said, "Are you sick? Why is your voice so hoarse? Did you kick off the blanket when you slept last night?"

She almost could not hold it anymore.

What did he mean with this?

It was him who confessed, it was him who proposed, it was him who cheated, it was him who used cold violence, it was him who treated Vivianne as a substitute and it was him who brought the mistress into the house to hurt and humiliate her last night!

Vivianne shook off the man's hand, turned around and looked into his dark eyes through her sunglasses.

"Now, in what capacity are you caring about me?" She sarcastically pointed to Kiara next to her, "So, is this the true sweetheart of yours?"

Lucas seemed to freeze for a moment.

He took a step forward, opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but when he caught a glimpse of the arm held by Kiara, he fell silent again.

After a long time, he responded expressionlessly, "You don't have to be so weird. Even if you can't be my lover, you will always be my sister."

Hearing his words, Vivianne almost burst out laughing.

How could there be someone as shameless as Lucas in the world?

Her former-self was so blind, that was why she was so devoted to him!

She was subjected to cold violence, betrayal, deception, being used as a substitute and being confronted by the mistress ... all the resentment and anger surged into her heart at this moment.

She could not bear it any longer and slapped him in the face.

"Fuck your shitty sister!"

"Lucas, you are such a scumbag, a complete scumbag!" She yelled, then calmly looked at him for the last time and said softly, "We broke up."

The elevator closed and opened again.

This time, Vivianne did not avoid or hesitate and went straight in.