The Billionaire's Mistake

Chapter 279: Mrs Vivian Shaw

She saw pictures of Martin meeting with her a familiar man. She already knew what this was the moment she saw it. But could not bring herself to believe it. "What is this?"

"You know who the man Mercy is meeting in the picture is, that is the man that killed your father, isn't he. After spending time with the organization, there is no way you did not find out who he was," he said, and she started finding it hard to breathe. "Why?" she asked. She wanted to ask why Mercy was with that man, but instead she asked something else.

"Why tell me this?" She found her voice to ask him.

"You are about to sign a deal tomorrow, should I hide it from you?" he could not hell but ask with a frown. He made to take her hand, but stopped.

"I mean, why are you helping me? You even went as far as to have me as bait but are helping me?" she asked, her voice barely leaving her throat.

"Vivian I do not want you to get hurt. I want you to decide what to do while knowing all the fact. What ever you choose, I will take your side," he said, reaching out to take her hand but she threw it off.

"I am asking why you came back to live with me! Why do you want to help me? You have not hesitated to put me in harms way, but now you are protecting me? Why start now? Why did you suddenly..." she threw a barrage of questions at him. He hands were shaking as she asked this. She was tired of people playing her.

"You are my wife, you have always been my wife since I had our marriage registered. That never changed and never will. As your husband, I should have protected you. Yet I used you. Am I supposed to keep using you? I already did that once, that is not happening again," he said, his eyes hardening as he looked into hers.

Vivian was somewhat disappointed. He felt responsible for her.

His pride must have been pricked when his plan went wrong and she got hurt while she was with him.

She was not sure what she was expecting him to say. That he care for her?

Did she think he would say that he loved her? When had she started to crave his care? Vivian felt stupid.

When Mathew saw the disappointment in her eyes, he felt a slight panic, but she had already looked away. "Why do you suddenly feel responsibility towards me?"

Mathew answered, running his hand

"Why?" she asked.

in harms way, and it is only right I protect you,"

you want to protect me. Have I lost my value?" she found herself laughing. She nodded and stood from

but willed himself to sit still. He wanted to

think it through this night. I am not saying I don't trust you, but I need to see that document with

sun filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room as Vivian stood before her mirror, her hands trembling slightly as she applied the finishing touches

a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions, the events of the previous night were still fresh in her memory as she prepared to

his warnings and promises intertwining in a way that almost made her crazy in frustration. A part of her wondered if Mathew was just too paranoid. Maybe Mercy would really let her

anyone well, it was Mathew, and he took everything seriously.

calm herself, yet with each passing moment, she got more

the document they give her bears any resemblance to the one Mathew had taken out last night, all of it

a while later and was met with the sight of Mathew waiting for her in the

expression was unreadable

of obsession flickering in his eyes. If his eyes were speaking, it was

voice unusually soft. His gentle gaze raked over her, making her

seat opposite him at the table. "Good morning, Mathew," she replied, her voice

pretending to be married to him, he had never done such a thing for her. Seeing him waiting for her with a tray of breakfast was a visual she

the food before them, his tone casual. "I ordered breakfast for us," he said,

glanced down at the food, her appetite evaporated and her

murmured, her mind raced a

ate in

shake the feeling of unease that settled in the pit of her stomach, the

guessing you want to

get there and the document is the same as mine. Just get up and walk away," he said,