The room did not feel the same anymore.
A moment ago, it had been warm.
Soft.
Filled with breath, laughter… and something dangerously close to forever.
Now—
It felt cold.
Vivian stood still, her chest rising slowly, her eyes fixed on Sebastian.
"Who… is Cynthia?"
Her voice was quiet.
Too quiet.
Sebastian didn't answer immediately.
That silence—
It said too much.
Vivian's fingers curled slightly at her sides.
"Don't do that," she said softly.
His brows pulled together. "Do what?"
"Don't stay quiet like I don't deserve the truth."
Sebastian exhaled slowly, running a hand through his hair.
"She's not what you think," he said.
Vivian let out a faint breath. Not quite a laugh.
"That's what people say when it is exactly what I think."
Silence.
Her chest tightened.
"You were going to marry her," she said.
"Yes."
The answer came clean.
Too clean.
Vivian nodded slowly, swallowing the sting rising in her throat.
