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.

torn piece of photo from the floor - the one with Sarah's face still visible. Gently, she traced her finger over Sarah's image, her

with venom. "Looks like the only way this ends...

Zachary find out the truth and ruin the marriage between

in the dark room, turning off all the

by jealousy and rage, looked nothing like the flawless beauty from before. Covering

couldn't understand

way-smarter, prettier, more powerful — the perfect match for Zachary. So why...

suddenly felt something wet on her cheek. She reached up and

"Tears?" she muttered, stunned.

she

on the table, and hurled it at the mirror with all

CRASH!

into a web

her vanity makeup, skincare bottles, perfume - all crashing

piecing together the fragments of her reflection. Forcing out a stiff smile, she grabbed

the spoiled, graceful heiress was back - as if

collected, she picked up her phone,

connected