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I concealed my identity as Scion of an old money "New York" family when I married Vivienne.
But unexpectedly, the day before our wedding, I was in a car accident.
When I regained consciousness, I had lost my sight.
In the darkness, I overheard Vivienne's conversation with her assistant.
"Ms. Stratton, don't worry. The driver responsible for the accident and the doctor have been taken care of. They won't breathe a word. However... Mr. Everhart loves painting more than anything. After donating his corneas, he'll never be able to see again. What if he can't accept it when he wakes up?"
"He's strong, unlike Brent. Brent couldn't live without his eyes. Besides, Everett has me now. I'll take care of him for the rest of our lives. I love him, but I can't lose Brent."
The woman paused, then her cool voice spoke again.
"Oh, and have the doctor perform a vasectomy on Everett while they're at it. Brent would go mad if he saw me with Everett's child."
The assistant hesitated, feeling uneasy. "But Ms. Stratton, isn't this too cruel to Mr. Everhart? He's been with you since he was eighteen..."
"Just do as I say. Don't ask any more questions." I shuddered involuntarily, my entire body turning ice cold.
The woman I had loved unconditionally all this time had already fallen for the impoverished student I was supporting.
She was even willing to destroy everything I had for his sake.
If that's how it is, those who hurt me cannot be allowed to remain.

Love's Cruel Severance

Vivienne paused, her voice filled with anguish and conflict, "Also, look into Brent."


She gazed at the wall plastered with wedding photos and countless snapshots of her and Everett together.


Vivienne's fist slammed into the wall, drawing blood.


"Everett, I swear I'll find you. You promised you'd never leave me, no matter what."


"Vivienne, what happened? You're hurt!"


Brent's warm hand gently caressed the woman's palm, pulling her into a tight embrace.


"I can't believe Everett was the youngest son of the Everhart family all along. He never told us. Maybe we never meant anything to him."


"It seems like Everett doesn't want to be your groom at all, Vivienne."


Brent stood on his tiptoes, his soft lips meeting the woman's cold, thin ones.


"Vivienne, I'm willing to be your groom."


Her phone buzzed again. Her assistant sent a series of photos and a video.


Vivienne lowered her head to open the video. A chilling male voice immediately played:


Chapter 8