Vivienne’s POV

I refuse to let this unravel. No one can ever discover what I did those years ago—not a single soul.

Gripping my phone with trembling fingers, I dial the private number again. The line picks up, and his smug voice greets me. "Vivienne Sinclair calling me twice in 24 hours? To what do I owe this unexpected pleasure?"

"Enough with the sarcasm. Listen up." My voice comes out sharp, and I bite down on a nail as my anxiety rises. "The ...