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Vivian’s emotions were a whirlwind of confusion and frustration as she processed everything Adrian had said. She couldn’t understand why he seemed so distant now, why his tone had shifted so coldly toward her. What had changed? Her heart ached as she realized that Eva’s influence on Adrian was stronger than she had anticipated.
In a desperate attempt to hold on to him, Vivian threw herself into Adrian’s arms, crying softly. Her tears fell freely as she whispered apologies, trying to pull on his heartstrings. The scar on my forehead, she thought, if I’m ugly to him, he’ll abandon me. I can’t let that happen.
Adrian’s initial reaction was to push her away, but Vivian tightened her grip, sensing that if she didn’t act now, she might lose him for good. I saved him, I saved his life, she thought, remembering that fateful day when she had jumped into the river to save him. That had to count for something. He won’t forget that. He can’t.
Her words were calculated, each one designed to stir Adrian’s emotions, to remind him of their past and the bond they had shared. When she mentioned the sacrifice she made for him, she saw the flicker of something in his eyes—a crack in his stoic exterior. It worked. He’s moved.
Adrian hesitated, and for a brief moment, the coldness in his demeanor softened. He gently patted her shoulder, as if reassuring her that everything would be okay, that he would take care of her. Vivian’s heart fluttered with relief. I still have him. I can still make him see me as his first priority.
But even as Adrian comforted her, Vivian couldn’t shake the feeling that the ground beneath her was shifting. What if Eva has already taken that place in his heart? Vivian’s mind raced. No, I won’t let her. I can’t.
Back in the hospital room, as the doctor tended to her wound, Vivian’s thoughts were consumed by her appearance. The scar, the one thing that might mar her beauty, had the potential to ruin everything. She couldn’t let Adrian see her as less than perfect. The doctor’s suggestion to cover it with her bangs didn’t bring her much comfort. No one can know about the scar, not even Adrian.
She cried to him again, seeking his reassurance, but Adrian remained distant, offering only vague words. His lack of response deepened her frustration. Why can’t he just tell me what I want to hear?
Meanwhile, across town, Eva was struggling with her own turmoil. The severe morning sickness had drained her of energy, leaving her weak and pale. What’s happening to me? She wondered, her hand gently placed on her abdomen, worried about the baby. She hadn’t expected her pregnancy to hit her so hard. She hadn’t wanted to burden Adrian, especially not with everything that had already happened. So, she decided to take the day off and contacted Jenny to pass on the message to Adrian.
But as Jenny received Eva’s text, something clicked. Eva is avoiding Adrian, Jenny realized, her suspicions rising. It’s because of Vivian, isn’t it? Her anger flared, and she couldn’t help but curse Adrian for the way he had treated her sister.
In a quiet moment, Emily observed her best friend with concern. Eva’s pale complexion and weak state tugged at her heart. She squeezed Eva’s hand, trying to offer her strength. Eva leaned into her for support, grateful for the comfort. In that moment, Emily’s presence was a balm to Eva’s wounded spirit.
Eva smiled faintly, the warmth of her friend’s support offering her the solace she so desperately needed. Maybe I can get through this after all, she thought, allowing herself to lean on Emily for the time being.
The tension between Adrian, Vivian, and Eva continued to unravel, and with it, the complexities of their relationships. For now, Eva found solace in her friendship with Emily, but deep down, she knew the battle for Adrian’s heart was far from over. And Vivian, too, would stop at nothing to regain Adrian’s attention and affection, even if it meant tearing down anyone who stood in her way.
