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Vivian was taken away by Herbert
Watching her get dragged off, I felt a twings of guit
Although Vivian may not deserve my sympathy, icon imagine how terrible her fate woldte
in Herbert’s hands.
She really might not survive
“This was her choice,” Cedric suddenly said.
I looked up at him in disbelief, struggling to find words
He hadn’t said much
But I was sure now he knew. He knew I wasn’t Vivian. And he knew the worson who had just
been screaming wasn’t Jeanette,
i swallowed, then gently pulled my hand away from Cedic’s group lowering my eyes, I sold “Cedric, I know this wasn’t my intention, but if you can’t accept it, we can.”
The word “divorce” was on the tip of my tongue, but I couldn’t say it
Even though our time together had been short, I had already grown attached to this mon But I also knew the truth. This was deception. It wasn’t fair to Cedric
“I can’t accept it.”
Cedric cut me off. But before I could react, he reached out and took my hand again, his grip firm and unwavering. “But this wasn’t your intention. And it wasn’t mine either.
We’re like two people suddenly forced together by fate, expected to accept this recity. But in
truth, it’s unfair to both of us.”
I was at a loss for words,
The moment I became Vivian, I decided to live her life. But for Cedric, his wife was supposed to be Vivian, not Jeanette in Vivian’s body.
I looked at Cedric, a reluctant sadness creeping into my heart. Still, I forced a smile. 1 understand. So, I…
“So, would you be willing to let me pursue you?”
I froze.
Cedric’s expression was serious. He held my hand tightly, his gaze steady. “Let’s start fresh. Get to know each other properly. And spend the rest of our lives together.”
One Year After Becoming Vivian
After successfully losing weight, Cedric and I took a new ID photo together. Under the excuse of replacing our marriage certificate, we swapped out the old one.
Cedric said that this meant we were truly married now.
I thought he was being childish. But I went along with it anyway.
This past year had been peaceful.
Our relationship wasn’t fiery or passionate; it was slow and steady.
Cedric picked me up after work. We went grocery shopping together, cooked dinner, and curled up on the couch to watch a movie we both liked
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Cedric’s expression was serious. He held my hand tightly, his gaze steady. “Let’s start fresh. Get to know each other properly. And spend the rest of our lives together.”
One Year After Becoming Vivian
After successfully losing weight, Cedric and I took a new ID photo together. Under the excuse of replacing our marriage certificate, we swapped out the old one.
Cedric said that this meant we were truly married now.
I thought he was being childish. But I went along with it anyway.
This past year had been peaceful.
Our relationship wasn’t fiery or passionate; it was slow and steady.
Cedric picked me up after work. We went grocery shopping together, cooked dinner, and curled up on the couch to watch a movie we both liked.
On weekends, we would find a reasonably priced restaurant for a meal, then take a walk
through the city.
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It was a simple life. Some might even call it dull. But I loved every moment of it.
Later, my dedication at work paid off, and I received a promotion.
Cedric also climbed the ranks at his company, eventually becoming one of the partners.
Our lives kept getting better.
The next time I heard about Vivian was through the news.
The Yates family business had collapsed.
Herbert was arrested on multiple charges, and the entire Yates empire crumbled overnight. And the long–forgotten “Mrs. Yates” was finally mentioned again.
For the past year, she had been locked in the basement of the Yates family’s villa.
She had kept insisting that she wasn’t Jeanette. But the Yates family couldn’t allow their matriarch to be seen as a lunatic. Since they refused to send her to a mental institution, they locked her away instead.
But even that didn’t spare her from Herbert’s violent outbursts. By the time she was rescued, she was covered in scars, and one of her legs had been broken.
In the end, she was sent to a mental hospital.
