Vivienne’s POV
I was back in the church, but this time, there was no one in it, and I was the one in the pristine white wedding dress.
I took a confused step forward not understanding what was going on.
Then he stepped out of the shadows, his gray razor-sharp gaze focused on me.
My heart faltered.
“No.” I shook my head, taking a step back, but he was already right in front of me.
“Sophia,” He whispered in that voice that was as smooth as silk over steel.
I woke up covered in sweat.
I took a very cold shower.
It was just around midnight, and the children were still fast asleep, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to get any sleep till I exhausted myself.
Connecting my headphones to listen to the detailed analysis for the next business deal I had in the morning, I headed out for a jog.
But I couldn’t focus.
I was over Reid Prescott yet a part of me couldn’t help but wonder how a person could be so wicked.
Wasn’t it bad enough that he had done as he pleased all those years ago?
How could he face me so shamelessly today?
“Sophia.”
I froze at the sound of that voice cutting through the audio I was listening to.
I spun, pulling off my headphones, and there he stood so close to me that I jerked back, startled.
Between my headphones and my crowded thoughts, I hadn’t heard him approach.
“What are you doing here?” I demanded angrily once I was over my shock.
This was a private, heavily secured estate for a select few elite families, and no stranger should have been able to just waltz in so easily.
Mr Pres- Reid ignored my words, taking a step towards me, erasing the distance between us.
“I thought I imagined it,” He spoke and I had never heard his voice sound so broken. “You.”
I took a step back, unmoved by whatever act this was.
“It’s your wedding night so I’ll ask again, what are you doing here, Reid?”
Reid seemed… confused, and it was at that moment that I noticed he was still in his suit from the wedding earlier, his tie gone, and many of the buttons on his shirt were undone.
I inhaled, catching the whiff of alcohol coming from him.
In all our time together, I’d never seen him so wasted- apart from our one-night stand, which I could still barely remember.
“I don’t know what I’m doing,” Reid admitted uncertainly, and the sight of him so vulnerable did something to me.
I was ready to fight a wicked, lying, scheming Mr Prescott. But a vulnerable Reid caught me off guard.
I looked away sharply, squashing all sympathy that threatened to rise within me.
“You are drunk,” I said curtly, reaching for my phone to call one of my security details back at home. “I’ll get someone to escort you home.”
In my moment of distraction, Reid moved closer to me, catching my wrist so that my phone fell out of my hands as he tugged me closer to him.
I squawked in surprise, pushing him away but he embraced me tightly before I even had a choice in the matter, burying his nose in my neck.
“Sophia, don’t leave me again.” He whispered desperately.
Something flinched inside of me at those words and I shoved Reid so hard he fell to the ground.
When he stayed down, I went closer to check if he was fine only to see he’d passed out from the alcohol.
Rolling my eyes, I picked up my phone only to discover that my screen had shattered when Reid pulled me close.
Good Lord, this man was always causing so much trouble for me!
I started to walk away then his phone rang.
For a moment I considered leaving Reid there, passed out on the street, but I wasn’t that petty.
So, gritting my teeth, I patted him down until I found his buzzing phone.
The caller was Daphne.
I couldn’t bring myself to feel anything but a cold indifference.
Of course, it was her.
What wife wouldn’t be worried about her husband’s whereabouts on the night of their wedding?
I picked up the call.
“Come and pick up your husband,” I stated evenly before ending the call and forwarding his location to her.
Then I left.
*
“Prescott Corporation has an offer that aligns with-”
“Terrence Corporation will not be working with Prescott,” I interrupted curtly, dismissing the file one of our board directors had placed in front of me.
Mr Stephen hesitated.
“But the margins look promising and-”
I stood up from my chair.
“I said we will not work with them.”
With a letter addressed to my older brother, Devon, Prescott Corporation had reached out to my company for a deal.
However, I had no delusion about this offer being from Reid Prescott to me personally.
No, this was his move to win over Vivienne Terrence would spearhead the launch of Terrence Corporation in L. A.
But I didn’t return to play any games with anyone. Especially not him.
Christy, my personal assistant, kept pace next to me, handing over the files for my next meeting, only for me to hear sounds of arguments.
“I need to see her, just tell her it’s me.” The man implored and I paused.
Surely that wasn’t-
“Mr Baxter, I’m afraid you cannot see Miss Vivienne without an appointment. You will have to leave now, or we will be forced to see you out.” The company security officer said, he was already reaching for his comm, no doubt to call back up.
My first ex-husband looked frustrated as he begged.
“Please I just need a moment-“