Vivian's POV

"Have we not paid you enough, Sebastian." Mr Jackson asked.

What the hell does that mean?

Exactly what you think.

"Yes but-"

"And you've done a great job till now getting us information about Vivian."

I couldn't hear anymore.

So I did what I promised never to do.

I walked away.

I turned around and walked straight to my car. Getting in, I drove to the house.

How can he do this to me? To us?

I should give him a chance to explain himself.

But...

I drove at an above normal speed. I needed to leave. I can't go back to the house.

I don't want to see his face. Not now. Not anytime soon. So I go to Ray's place.

I reached in 10 minutes. And those 10 minutes were spent with me trying not to cry. Everything made sense now. How can anyone love me for myself? After knowing all of my past, I would wonder at times, why he stuck with me? 

No wonder there were no cameras around from so long. They had inside source anyways.

Getting in the mansion, I am escorted by the head maid to the gaming room where all my friends are seated.

"I'll get some water for you, ma'am. " She says and leaves.

My hand freezes on the doorknob. I control my breathing and enter the room.

"Hey guys!" I initiate happily. They all turn to look at me from the playstation.

"Hey Viv, you are early. Come grab a console." Dustin throws one towards me. I grab it mid air and sit next to Alex.

"You know, Zac was telling me Cali gave birth to a baby boy today." Alex tells me.

"Oh congratulations! We should fly out to meet them soon. They visited a few months back around Christmas time for some business." I suggest, getting into the game.

And that was how I spent my last day in London, with people I trust, laughing through the pain.
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"Passengers boarding flight 761Boing, please report to gate 6." The announcement rings around. I get up, taking my purse and boarding pass.

It was barely 4 hours since I left Ray's house. I had booked the earliest ticket to Milan, and went straight to the airport. There was no luggage with me, I didn't need any. My purse had all the necessities, my medicines, my phone and all the cards.

Entering the flight, I settle in my room. Thank god for privacy. Settling in, I check my phone for one last time.  There were 27 missed calls and 89 messages. All from him.

Babe? Did you reach at Ray's
You feeling alright?
Hey reply please
I'm on my way to home. Wait up for me.
Vivian, where r u?
I'm worried!

That was all I could read. I turn off the phone and remove the sim card. The flight takes off and an hour passes with me staring blankly out of the window,

"Good evening ma'am, can I help you with anything?" An air-hostess comes in the cabin. 

"A bottle of water and some food." I ordered. It was rude, but I don't care now. The food was for the baby, all of this is for my baby.

She nods and leaves. 

Hey baby, I will be here for you.

How could he betray me this way? After all that we went through, it all turned out to be fake. 

The ring on my finger never felt heavier, I take it out and go to throw it in the bin, but I couldn't. So I place it back in the purse, in the last pocket. 

Taking out my credit card holder, I start breaking off the cards, leaving one. I was prepared for this from so long. The only reason for me to stay back, betrayed me. All the cards were thrown into a packet, ready to be burned when I land.

From 3 years I have been getting this card ready with enough cash to last me a lifetime. No one can track it, cause no one knows. 

Thea and Alex knew I would head down to France after finishing education so this was a change of plan. 

"Here's your food ma'am. Would you like some champagne with this?" She places a plate of chicken steak with mashed potatoes, along with the water.

"No, thank you." With that she leaves. 

It is kind of funny that the one person I came about to trust the most would do this to me.

This child will grow up without a father, and I will make sure that they live comfortably without Seba- their father.

For a minute, I think I should have given him a chance to say something. Anything. To explain himself. But what if it was all true? I would rather die in than go near him again. 

After I was done eating as much as I could, I decided to sleep. Maybe sleep can numb this pain a little. And that's what I did. I slept the entire way till Milan. 
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"This is your hotel room, ma'am. If you need anything you can call down. We hope you enjoy your stay here." The manager's Italian accent was very evident.

"Thank you." I closed the door seconds later. I needed to sleep. Being unconscious was the only way I could get away from this agony.

But it was time for breakfast and this baby needed it. They needed food more than I needed sleep. So I ordered a meal, and as I waited for it to arrive I watched TV. 

Switching through the channels, I stop when I see a familiar face. His Italian accent sounded like shelter to me. 

He will help me in this new place. I didn't need a job, but I wanted to work. I would welcome any distraction from this pain. Life may have back-stabbed me again but I guess, this time I am not as helpless. I wanted to escape from all of this, and he can help me.

I picked up the new phone I bought on the way and dialed a number I learnt a long time back.

It's time to call him.

"Hello, Luca. It's Vivian."
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A/N: The next chapter is gonna be hard af to write. Wish me luck.

Also be ready to have a love-hate relationship.

I'm finally done with highschool officially, and now am in a writing mode.

Next chapter will be posted on Inkitt on Thursday.

Love, Milk
xoxo