Shrouded Affections Winning Back My CEO Wife

Chapter 9

Chapter 9:

Eileen paused at the doorway of the hospital room, her eyes tracking the cluster of people huddled around Vivian’s bed. She caught a glimpse of Vivian, who clung to Bryan with a determination that spoke volumes.

The Warren family stood with their backs to her, their displeasure a heavy cloak in the room’s already charged air. Fergus Warren, Vivian’s father, broke the silence with his deep voice, “Our family name is at stake. We’ve adored Vivian from her first breath. Yet now, she’s unfairly portrayed by the press. Bryan, we’re owed an explanation.”

Bryan stood there, his expression unreadable. Debby Warren, burning with anger, stepped in. She tugged at Vivian’s hand, pulling it away from Bryan. “Divorce your wife first. Then you can return to Vivian,” she said to Bryan.

“Mom!” Vivian’s voice cracked as she reclaimed Bryan’s hand, her body leaning into his. “Please, don’t corner Bryan. It’s not his choice. The marriage was his grandmother’s doing. Without her permission, how can he get a divorce?”

Fergus’s eyes bore into Vivian, his frustration palpable. “Forget the divorce for now. He must quell these rumors. He should at least protect your name from being tarnished any further.”

Vivian, undeterred, wrapped herself around Bryan tighter. “I chose this. If I hadn’t walked away then, none of this would have happened. The blame is mine to bear, not his. I won’t leave his side this time.”

Fergus and Debby seemed poised to counter, but Vivian turned to Kian, who had yet to speak, signaling his support. Kian broke the silence. “Dad, Vivian is an adult. She should make her own decisions. We ought not to interfere. Besides, she’s correct. Her departure from Bryan led us here. It was her choice. Don’t worry; I’ve dealt with the media. Everyone knows Bryan’s marriage wasn’t for love. The journalists seek only scandal. Vivian won’t be the subject of ridicule.”

Eileen’s grip on the door handle lightened. She knew too well the media’s appetite for scandal. With the Warren family’s intervention, the storm would surely pass. In their circle, mockery was reserved not for Vivian but for the elusive Mrs. Dawson, clinging to her title as Bryan’s wife. Once her identity was exposed in the future, it would turn her into a jest in the circle.

“I’ll manage my personal matters. Don’t worry, Mr. and Mrs. Warren.” Bryan’s voice, firm yet devoid of warmth, cut through the room. He released Vivian’s hand from his and, looking down, whispered, “Rest well. Venture out with more bodyguards. It’s best we plan for some days.”

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Vivian’s face fell, her urge to embrace him cooled by his indifferent gaze. She timidly grasped his pinkie, her voice cautious. “Bryan, will you visit me here?”

“If time allows,” Bryan answered, then nodded to Fergus and Debby. “If you’ll excuse me, I have to go now.”

Eileen stepped aside, giving space for Bryan’s exit. As he passed, he furrowed his brow slightly. Fergus’s and Debby’s voices of displeasure could be heard from the room.

“What’s with his attitude? It’s like he doesn’t even care about Vivian!”

“Vivian, show some restraint. You’ve gone to lengths for him, yet he meets your warmth with coldness…”

The closing of the door muffled their further words. Though Eileen caught no more, the discontent in Fergus’s and Debby’s tones was unmistakable. They clearly placed the blame on Bryan for Vivian’s current plight. Her image was tarnished, and now she was injured. Their frustration with Bryan was palpable, viewing him as the root of Vivian’s woes.

at Bryan just as he took the prescription slip from her hand.

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back to her and left. His response suggested that dealing with the media was

cast another look towards the ward where Vivian argued with her parents. She decided to follow Bryan, intrigued by his thoughts but unable to decipher them.

Bryan in the back seat, engrossed in work on

the midst of launching its largest project in years, a venture crucial to its international presence. Bryan was truly busy with his work. That morning alone, Eileen had delivered documents for his signature

have an international conference at 2 p.m. and an evening dinner event,” she informed him, suggesting a brief

he remarked, “If you can handle your tasks, why shouldn’t I

Her own lack of sleep had left her feeling far from her best. “Then

released the arm of the person beside her and hurried over

employees quickly surrounded them, their flattery directed

would also be a great chance for us

trying to use you; we’re simply hoping you might

and with Judie’s insistence, she found herself

conversation invariably turned toward Eileen. Compliments on her style

Why hasn’t Mr. Dawson divorced

unfavorably, but Mr. Dawson’s marriage lacked love from the start. It’s

She studied Eileen’s expression before saying, “We’re at the

retreat into silence from the

Judie’s gaze, offered a smile. “That’s a matter for Mr. Dawson to

in, not missing the chance to underline her closeness with Eileen to the others. This wasn’t new to Eileen,

the company, the receptionist greeted Eileen and said,

forming between her brows as she received the package. She

for Springvale Lane initially, but since nobody was home,

home address for package deliveries. Moreover, a redirection typically required prior

Curtis, do you live on

is so close to our office, and even the least expensive home there is worth millions,”

with astonishment, their eyes wide

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place in Springvale Lane implied saving every penny of her income for years, assuming no expenditures