Vivienne's POV

As I descend in the elevator from Damien's office, it feels as though I’m dragging ten tons of regret behind me. The metallic reflections in the doors mock me—my tousled hair, smudged makeup, and eyes swollen from suppressed frustration paint an unflattering picture. This was supposed to go differently, so differently.

He should have listened. He should have believed me about Sienna, seen her the way I see her.

But instead, he ...