Chapter 63

Vivian's lips curled into a faint, dismissive smile. To most people, this marriage looked perfect. After all, the Harris family was old money, and Ryan was Grandpa Harris’s golden boy, the likely heir to the entire family fortune. Plenty of women had tried every trick in the book to get with Ryan—even faking pregnancies—but none of them had managed to tie him down. So in Daphne’s eyes, Vivian had hit the jackpot. Too bad for her, to Vivian, Ryan was just... trash. Filthy, stinking, unrecyclable trash. “Oh, so if Mr. and Mrs. Grant dumped their two-year-old adopted daughter in the countryside to survive on her own, and then had their aunt abuse her for years, and finally decided to bring her back only when they realized she could be profitable—then yeah, sure, I guess they were being kind,” Vivian said, smiling as she nodded slightly. But there was no warmth in her eyes. Daphne, you should really count your blessings that Alexander is standing next to me right now. Otherwise, I wouldn’t