Rebirth In Divorce: My New Mr. Perfect by Henry Foster

Chapter 674

Vivian immediately turned around and waved her hand. "Got it. You can leave now."

Once she heard the door close softly behind Donovan, she sat down at her desk, her face dark. She switched on the office surveillance system. Only after seeing Donovan's figure disappear into the elevator did she shut it off.

On her desk were the photos Donovan had brought back. One by one, she picked them up and flipped through them.

Whoever had taken these pictures clearly knew what they were doing. Every shot was from a perfect angle, making it look like Zachary and Sarah were reluctant to part from each other.

Vivian couldn't hold it in any longer. With a furious cry, she tore the stack of photos in her hands right down the middle, her eyes burning red with anger.

"Zachary..." she growled, her voice low and dangerous, like a wild animal with nowhere left to run. "You brought this on yourself!"

Why West Ridge?

Of all places, why did it have to be there?

Vivian's long, polished nails dug deep into the flesh of her palm, breaking the skin until little drops of blood seeped out. The sharp pain pulled her back, giving her a bit of clarity.

She closed her eyes and forced herself to calm down. A moment later, the elegant and untouchable Miss Wilson that everyone knew had returned.

Sarah's face still visible. Gently,

whispered, her voice dripping with venom. "Looks like the only

out the truth and ruin the marriage between

locked herself in the dark room, turning off all the lights until

twisted by jealousy and rage, looked nothing like the flawless beauty from before. Covering half her face with one hand, she let out a

couldn't understand

prettier, more powerful — the perfect match

She reached up and wiped it away, staring blankly at

"Tears?" she muttered, stunned.

she completely

the table, and

CRASH!

into a web of

into hysterical laughter and tears, sweeping everything off her vanity makeup, skincare bottles, perfume - all crashing

slowly looked back up at the broken mirror, piecing together the fragments of her reflection. Forcing out a stiff smile, she grabbed some

just moments, the spoiled, graceful heiress was back - as if nothing

collected, she picked up her phone, found a number, and

call connected almost