Did you just slap me?" Anna grabbed her neck, pinning her to the wall. "So what? I wish I could just kill you! This is only the beginning!" Vivian managed to speak up. "You shouldn't have done this, you know? But it's fine because you will definitely not repeat it when I'm done dealing with you." Anna slapped her right cheek while holding tightly to her hair. Vivian whimpered in pain, struggling to break free, but Anna wouldn't give her the chance to. Slapping Anna was definitely her worst mistake, and Anna would make her pay for it. "Let go of my hair; you are hurting me." Anna scoffed. "Not when I'm yet to finish with you." Anna slapped her left cheek, and Vivian began tearing up. "Now is not the time to cry because I haven't even started with you." Anna caressed her cheek mockingly. "Don't cry, baby girl; it doesn't suit you," Anna mocked.
"What's going on here?" Adams questioned as he walked up to the scene. Anna immediately let go of her, causing her to fall on her butt. "I just asked a question. What is going on here?" Adams demanded. "She asked me to get her a cup of coffee. I told her I would ask one of the maids to send it to her since I was busy. Then she grew furious and grabbed my hair. She slapped me countless times, claiming I'm challenging her. Why is she treating me this way? Have I ever offended her? Maybe I should just quit this job and go back to my sick mother. I'm tired of all this," Vivian cried, leaving Anna in shock. "That's not true, Adams. That was not what happened; she was the first to—"
"Just shut up! I don't want to hear you speak! What in God's name is wrong with you? All you do is cause trouble. Aren't you tired already?" A tear slipped down Anna's cheek. Why was he behaving this way? He didn't even give her the chance to speak; he even blamed her for what happened. "Please, Adams, don't shout at her; it wasn't her fault. It was all my fault for refusing to bring her water. Please forgive her for my sake," Vivian cried out. Adams reluctantly turned to face Anna again. "Thank your stars she pleaded for you!" Adams blurted heartlessly, not minding how she felt. Anna wished the ground could just open and swallow her up. She had never been this embarrassed in her entire life; even as a poor kid back in school, no one disrespected her this much. Who would have believed that Adams, of all people, would cause her heart to ache this much? Indeed, he was worse than a monster.
Adams walked up to Vivian, who was seated dejectedly on the floor. He helped her up and then carried her in a bridal style, leaving Anna to deal with the shame. Vivian smirked at her and then wrapped her hands around his neck. Anna could only watch and do nothing. Her so-called fiancé just gave her the worst embarrassment of her life; he reduced her to nothing in front of the maids. She would have stayed back if she had known. She turned to see all the maids staring at her; only a few pitied her while the rest laughed at her, causing her heartache to double. Once again, she regretted coming across Adams.
She needed someone to comfort her; she needed someone to hold her and tell her it would be fine. But there was none to do that. The only person who would have done that was her mom, but she was no more. There was only one thing she could do, and that was visiting her mom at the cemetery; at least she could pour out her sorrow there. She quickly ran back inside, changed her dress, and then rushed out of the house. His men asked where she was headed but got no response, and since Adams didn't give an order that she shouldn't be allowed to go out freely, they stood and watched her open the gate, then rushed out of the house.
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"Stop the pretense, Vivian. I saw exactly what happened. I also know very well that Anna would never pick a fight with you. You slapped her first, so quit the show!" Adams told Vivian, who scoffed. "You knew I was lying; then why did you choose to support me?" Adams glared at her. "I only did that to pay her back." Vivian chuckled. "Then I must confess, you went too far. If anything should happen to her, don't even think of blaming me, because I didn't ask you to take sides with me," Vivian jibbered, getting him confused. "What do you mean?"
Vivian stood up and walked to her window. She opened the curtain and gestured for Adams to come take a look. Adams saw Anna rushing out of the gate in a different dress. This could only mean one thing: she wouldn't be coming back anytime soon. Adams staggered back in fear. "You knew this would happen, right?" He asked Vivian, who chuckled. "I won't let you blame me. If anything happens, blame it on your so-called payback. You are worse than me, Adams! You even said those mean words to her all in the name of payback? Oh, come on! The truth is you don't care about her, and you just proved it to her. Come on, get going, or rather go in search of your fiancée, or she might just consider killing herself. And I know you wouldn't want that. Come on, off you go!" Vivian pushed him out of her room and banged the door heavily in his face.
What just happened? So Vivian did all that just to make Anna leave at that late hour of the night? Adams checked his wristwatch, and it was already past nine. "What was she thinking? Is she so desperate to die?" He asked no one in particular. "Did my fiancée tell you where she was going?" He asked Sarah, the maid who was closer to Anna. "No, she didn't say a word to me. I tried stopping her, but she refused," Sarah replied. He then rushed out to ask his men, "Where's my wife?" He questioned, his voice loud and mean, his breath coming out rough. It was obvious he was damn angry. He turned to the rest of them with a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. "Pray! Pray harder, pray nothing happens to my wife; else I will have your heads rolling on the floor!