Chapter 140

Vivian’s POV: The warehouse was cold, its broken windows letting in thin streams of light that made everything look gray and lifeless. Dust hung in the air, and the sound of dripping water echoed from somewhere in the shadows. I stood in the middle of it all, staring down at her. Haley. The woman who had stolen everything that should have been mine. Her body lay slumped against the chair, her head tilted to one side, strands of her hair falling across her pale face. She looked so weak, so pathetic, as if she didn’t even belong in this world. A bitter laugh escaped me as I tightened my grip on the knife in my hand. “How dare you,” I whispered, my voice trembling not from fear, but from rage. I took a step closer, each sound of my heels echoing like a drumbeat in my ears. “How dare you have him? Logan is mine. He has always been mine.” I crouched down, forcing her chin upward with the sharp edge of the blade. “You don’t even know where you came from,” I hissed. “You’re an orphan. A nobod