Chapter 467
Vivian Bennett rushed out of the banquet hall.
She stood in the night, looking around in confusion.
Her chest felt tight and suffocating.
The oppressive feeling grew heavier and heavier.
It almost choked her.
She couldn't tell if it was anger or jealousy.
Her head throbbed with pain.
Her entire body trembled uncontrollably.
Her mind was filled with the entangled figures in the garden.
Liam Sullivan and that woman pressed tightly together.
The image refused to fade.
She shook her head vigorously.
But she couldn't shake off that glaring scene.
She knew his true nature.
Why get angry?
He could even touch his own sister.
Other women were no exception.
Vivian pressed her throbbing temple.
A sharp pain pierced her heart.
She had been deceiving herself all along.
She claimed to have moved on.
But her heart had never truly let go.
Only after witnessing his betrayal firsthand.
Did she realize how ridiculous she had been.
Liam Sullivan's tenderness was all an illusion.
Perhaps what he said the night he took her was his true feelings.
He said he only desired her body.
It was purely physical attraction.
Since there was no love.
Betrayal came naturally and easily.
Just like that chaotic night with Isabella Sullivan.
Now it was happening all over again.
Yet she always fell under his spell.
She softened time and time again.
It was utterly foolish.
Vivian was exhausted.
Not physically tired.
But heartbroken and disillusioned.
She kicked off her high heels.
Her bare feet stepped on the cold gravel path.
She didn't know how long she had walked.
Raindrops suddenly began to fall from the sky.
The cold wind brushed against her skin.
She couldn't help but shiver.
Her eyes suddenly felt warm.
Why did her tragedy never end?
Fate never favored her.
Her phone rang abruptly.
Vivian answered it blankly.
Liam Sullivan's name flashed on the screen.
Her heart constricted violently.
She took a deep breath and answered.
Liam asked where she was.
Her voice was calm and steady.
She said she was tired and had left first.
She wanted to be alone.
She would return to the hotel later.
He should do as he pleased.
After hanging up, she turned off her phone directly.
She was surprised by her own composure.
No crying, no questioning.
What right did she have?
She wasn't even his mistress.
Her cheek suddenly felt wet.
She raised her hand and touched cold tears.
She looked at the moisture on her fingertips and smiled bitterly.
It was an outcome she had foreseen.
There was nothing to cry about.
Vivian hailed a taxi.
She packed her luggage before Liam returned.
She bought a ticket and flew back to the United States overnight.
Only by staying far away from him.
Could this entanglement finally end.
After returning, she immediately changed her number.
She found a new place to live.
That night in the rain planted the seeds of illness.
After moving, she finally couldn't hold on any longer.
A high fever persisted, and she was admitted to the hospital.
Vivian lay on the hospital bed.
She truly experienced what it meant for illness to drain one's strength.