He took two sips and immediately went whimpering to Vivienne, claiming he felt dizzy, claiming I'd forced him to drink.
Then he collapsed into her arms.
The look Vivienne gave me that night could have drawn blood. She said nothing. She just gathered Caleb up and carried him to the second floor.
When I found them, they were lying on the bed together, leaving nothing to the imagination.
I lost my mind. I screamed at Vivienne, demanded we call off the engagement.
In the end, after her desperate pleas and both sets of parents stepping in to mediate, I was naive enough to believe it was over.
What I didn't realize was that a seed of hatred had already taken root.
Vivienne decided I had humiliated her on purpose. And she set out to punish me for the rest of my life.
I lifted my hand and rested it on her head, a cold smirk pulling at my lips.
"Vivienne, if you had to choose between me and Caleb, which one of us would you not be able to let go?"
Panic flashed through her eyes.
"Adrian, why would you bring him up out of nowhere? Did someone say something to you?"
"I cut contact with him a long time ago. Don't overthink this."
I lowered my gaze, wiped the tears from my face, and stood up without a word.