Chapter 4

Vivian's POV

The merger was a massive success, and Blackwood Enterprises won big.

That night, Christian threw a massive celebration party at a five-star hotel in Manhattan. At the same time, he officially announced his engagement to Tiffany Sterling.

The news shocked the city's high society. Everyone knew Christian had a secret wife of three years. Now that Tiffany was back, the "substitute" was finally being discarded.

The next day, my agency received a high-paying project.

The CEO's office of Blackwood Enterprises had sent an email requesting us to translate Christian and Tiffany's engagement vows and destination wedding invitations into French.

And Christian had personally demanded that I do it.

My boss looked at my pale face with pity. "Vivian, we can reject this. I'll make up an excuse."

"No need," I took a deep breath and took the papers. "I'll take it."

I went back to my desk and opened the document titled To My One and Only.

With just one glance, my tears started falling onto the keyboard.

"In this chaotic world, you are my anchor. Without you, I am just a ghost ship drifting in the dark. I would trade all my success just to keep you safe and happy forever..."

These were the exact words Christian had written in his journal, with red eyes and a slight slur, on the night we got our marriage certificate three years ago.

Back then, he had just reclaimed Blackwood Enterprises, and the company was in a terrible state. I had stayed up with him night after night.

He had told me, "Vivian, once I have total control of the company, I am going to read these vows to you in front of the whole world."

Now, he was giving those exact vows to Tiffany.

Trembling, I grabbed the papers, walked out of the agency, and took a cab straight to the Blackwood headquarters.

The secretary didn't dare stop me. I pushed open the door to Christian's office.

Christian was sitting at his desk. Seeing me burst in, his face darkened. "Who gave you permission to come in? Get out."

I slammed the document onto his mahogany desk, my voice cracking from the sheer pain. "Christian, do you even have a heart? Do you have any idea who these vows were originally written for?!"

Christian glanced at the papers, his eyes turning even colder.

"What? Jealous because you saw what I wrote for Tiffany?" He stood up, leaning over the desk, staring at me. "Vivian, are you delusional? I wrote these vows five years ago for Tiffany. I just never got the chance to read them to her. Did you actually think I wrote them for you?"

I felt like I was plunging into a freezing abyss.

Five years ago?

No. He wrote them three years ago. He had even drawn a little lavender flower, my favorite, at the bottom right corner of the page.

But he had forgotten everything.

He had taken the most sacred memories of our love and handed them to another woman.

"Christian, you really... don't remember a single thing," I whispered, tears finally escaping my eyes. "You took my soul, my love, and gave it all to her."

"Cut the act. It's pathetic." He walked around the desk, grabbing my chin in a grip so tight my bones ached. "A gold-digger who climbed into my bed for money doesn't get to talk about love. Translate those vows perfectly. If you try to mess with the translation, I will make sure your agency disappears from New York overnight!"

He threw me back.

I stumbled, hitting my back against the cold wall.

Looking at this merciless man, I suddenly started laughing. It was a laugh of pure despair.

"Fine. I'll translate it," I wiped my tears, pulling myself together. "Don't worry, Mr. Blackwood. I will make sure it is flawless. I wish you both... eternal happiness."