Liv’s POV

I couldn’t believe my eyes when the door opened to reveal Vivienne standing behind mother, as smug as ever.

She had the audacity to step into my friend’s apartment, a place she had no business being, after all the hell she’d put me through.

I laughed dryly, crossing my arms as I leaned against the counter. “I can’t believe this.”

“Shut up, Liv,” my mother snapped, her sharp tone cutting through the tension in the room.

But I wasn’t ...