NovelUpdateChapter 444 Violet stared at McNeil, struggling to process his words.
"Vivian, is that you?" He asked again, and Violet's eyes instantly filled with tears.
"Does it matter?" she choked out. "Whether I'm Vivian or someone else does it really matter to you, McNeil? Is that the only reason you want to be with me, because of who I might be?" Her nerves were frayed; she wasn't Vivian, and once, she could have admitted that openly in front of him. But now, she couldn't bring herself to say it.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAfter that last rally, the crash-no one believed she could be the dazzling woman behind the wheel, let alone the team's supposed mechanical engineer. If she claimed to be Vivian now, her entire story would unravel under scrutiny. One lie would only lead to more, and eventually, it would all becimpossible to explain.
"It matters to me," McNeil said quietly. "If you're not Vivian, then there's only one person who is." He watched her, taking in every flicker of panic that crossed her face.
Her secrets were none of his business, or they wouldn't have been-except she'd crossed Victoria's line. And now, all of Violet's bad luck, all the mishaps—it wasn't coincidence. This had Victoria's fingerprints all over it.
"Who is it, then?" she demanded, her voice trembling. "Don't tellit's Victoria. God, McNeil, she can barely drive a car, remember? The last tshe took out the Ferrari, it broke down in a snowstorm. Someone died in her car, have you forgotten? And now you're tellingshe's Vivian?" Violet let out a shaky laugh, tears threatening to spill.
"The developer of that racing game," McNeil said quietly. "That was Vivian." The laughter died in Violet's throat. She stared at McNeil, all pretense gone, and practically shouted, "So what, McNeil? Even if she is Vivian, what does that change?" "At the very least," McNeil replied, "she never lied to me." He gave her one last look. "Go back to the apartment Grandpa bought you, or to Simms' place I don't care. You can decide." With that, he turned away. The final break between them was swift and absolute.
"McNeil!" she cried desperately. "What about Gwyneth? Have you forgotten how she feels? She never liked Victoria-she only loves me!" She clung to the last thread of hope, convinced McNeil wouldn't abandon her for Gwyneth's sake.
"I'll handle things with Victoria," he said flatly. "Gwyneth's already withdrawn from school." For the first time, there was a spark of hope in his eyes-a glimpse of the future he'd chosen.
Violet stared at him in disbelief. "You're really taking Gwyneth to Evermore City? Are you insane? You don't love Victoria. Gwyneth doesn't even like her. Why drag her back into your lives if you've both already decided to leave her behind?" Content She pleaded, her voice raw, "Look at me, McNeil, please. Please, just look at me. Your grandfather took everything from me-I can never have children now. All I have left is you and Gwyneth. Don't leavebehind. Please." But McNeil's face had beca mask of indifference, colder than she'd ever seen.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Violet, I was never yours. Not ever. As soon as Gwyneth learned I was divorcing Victoria, she cried for an entire day. No one can replace Victoria. No one." He turned and walked away, not once looking back.
No matter how Violet screamed and sobbed behind him, he didn't hesitate.
That silent rebellion-walking away-lifted the crushing weight from his shoulders. For the first time, he could breathe. He knew Victoria might never forgive him. He knew the road ahead would be long and uncertain. But as long
as there was even the slightest chance to stay by her side, he would take it. No matter what it took, he wouldn't let her go.
He needed her he couldn't lose her, not now.
Violet watched as McNeil's car disappeared into the distance. She chased after it, running until her legs gave out and she collapsed, broken, onto the empty street.
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