After hanging up, I felt my hands shaking. I buried my face in cold water, finally calming my anger.
I stared at the fading light outside the window, emotion surging in my chest.
Five years of love, a villa, and a row of shops—I’d given so much to Ethan, and in the end, he turned his back on me like this.
By now, I’d seen through his entire family. There was no reason to hold back.
I silently dialed a number.
"Mr. Sullivan? This is Vivian, who contacted you the other day."
Eric Sullivan’s voice was calm on the other end.
"Ms. Vivian, what are your thoughts? Are you sure you’ll bring your core technology?"
"Yes, all of it—along with some high-value clients."
I nodded slowly, then, after a long paus,e asked,
"Eric, do you still stand by what you said that night?"
He was silent for a moment before replying softly, "Yes, we’ll discuss it later."
I nodded again. "Okay, see you then."
After hanging up, I thought back to my conversation with Ethan. All I wanted to do was laugh. He still thought I’d buy his mother a set of silver jewelry.
I lowered my head, gazing at the photo of the silver box my mother left me.