Vianne narrowed her eyes, studying every nuance of Silvia’s expression.
To anyone else, Silvia’s face was unreadable, perfectly composed. But Vianne was convinced—absolutely certain—that Silvia was the one pulling the strings here.
That it was Silvia who wanted to seduce Shipley.
Suddenly, the conversation at the dining table fizzled into silence, the air thickening with tension.
Noticing Vianne’s unwavering stare—so intense it was almost anxious—Silvia couldn’t help but let out a short, mocking laugh. “Vianne, why do you think I should be the one to stay away from Shipley? Why not ask him to stop showing up wherever I am?”
“You—”
Vianne jumped to defend herself, but the words caught in her throat. For a moment, she didn’t know what to say.
Because from her own perspective, it really did look like Shipley was the one chasing after Silvia.
But she was supposed to be the one Shipley cared for, his one and only.
Even Shipley’s closest friends—those guys who’d always called her “the real deal” behind Silvia’s back—recognized her, not Silvia, as the woman who belonged at his side.
Vianne knew exactly how those men compared her and Silvia when they thought she wasn’t listening.
Sure, they might admit Silvia had her strengths, but they all agreed: Vianne was the one who truly mattered.
The realization tightened her features. She forced herself to speak. “Maybe you’ve spent a few years with him, but to Shipley, I’ve always been the most important person in his life. You suddenly left him, and he just… hasn’t gotten used to it yet. Men are like that.”
Silvia was almost amused by the sudden softness in Vianne’s tone.
She’d never seen Vianne like this before.
After a pause, Silvia replied, “That’s between you and Shipley. It doesn’t concern me.”

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