Gavin Leyva.
His name was written boldly below the space she was going to make her signature.
Vivienne was at loss of words. She wasn't expecting to see the name. Not in a million years.
A sob escaped her throat and she cupped a hand over her mouth to muffle the choking sounds. Her breathing was constricted and she felt a tight squeeze in her chest.
"No," She coughed out. "No. This isn't happening."
"It is happening, honey," The man said, chuckling. "I feel bad for you, honest. You're surrounded by fake friends. I had my own share of fake friends in the past…"
All that he was saying was none of Vivienne's business. She found it hard to contain what she had just seen.
Gavin Leyva.
The man she had claimed to love. The man who she had thought was in love with her. The man who had been by her side through out the whole ordeal.
