"Nora." Vivian's voice turned ice-cold. "You've already signed the divorce papers, haven't you? Where Alex goes and who he sees doesn't require your permission anymore."
Nora's expression froze. She had nothing to say.
Ethan jumped in. "Vivian, that's not quite right. Ms. Simmons and Mr. Gilbert haven't officially gotten their divorce certificates yet—"
Vivian's teacup flew across the room. Ethan couldn't dodge in time—it struck him square in the chest, tea drenching his clothes.
Vivian looked at him coldly, her face expressionless. "Who gave you permission to use my first name? Do I know you? Do you even have the standing to speak here?"
"You freeloading piece of trash—your little tricks might fool an idiot like Nora, but they don't work on me."
"Disgusting. If you're going to be someone's dog, at least know your place. The owner hasn't even spoken yet and you're already snapping at people. What the hell are you?"
"Say one more word. I'll make sure you don't see tomorrow's sun."
Ethan's face went green. But he didn't dare talk back. Vivian's status was far beyond anything he could challenge. If she decided to go after him, even with Nora's protection, his future would be hell.