Vivian stormed down the hallway, her heels clicking loudly against the polished tile floor. The chief’s words still echoed in her mind, sharp and relentless, but it wasn’t just the warning that fueled her anger.
No, it was the betrayal—the knowledge that someone had been watching her, spying on her, and feeding the chief information. That someone had planted the photograph of her and Christopher on the chief’s desk, knowing exactly what kind of havoc it would wreak on her life.
Her jaw clenched as her mind pieced everything together, her fury sharpening with every step. It had to be Genevieve.
That conniving, bitter woman who had always found a reason to undermine her. Vivian could practically see the smug look on her face, hear her taunting laugh, the cruel satisfaction in her voice a
