Chapter 44

"This is my wedding ring, the symbol of my union with my husband." Vivian's voice was steady, though her fingers trembled slightly as she held it up. "It may not be the most valuable piece here, but its meaning is irreplaceable. Today, I choose to donate it—hoping it will bring aid to those in need."

The announcement sent shockwaves through the crowd. Gasps and murmurs erupted.

How could she part with something so personal?

Some admired her selflessness, her ability to rise above sentimentality. Others, however, exchanged knowing glances—was this proof of the rumors about Ethan and Vivian's crumbling marriage?

Ethan sat motionless in the audience, his expression unreadable. The air around him turned icy, warning anyone from daring to approach.

Liam, on the other hand, couldn’t hide his delight. A smirk played on his lips as he leaned forward, his words sharp as knives. "Interesting. The great Vivian Lockhart, who once refused to remove that ring even for a second, now tosses it away without hesitation." His gaze flicked to Ethan. "Seems she’s finally done with you, Blackwood. Congratulations, Viv!"

With a dramatic flourish, he stood and whistled, drawing every eye in the room toward Vivian on stage.

"Don’t worry, darling," he called, voice dripping with false sincerity. "I’ll make sure that ring comes back to you—even if it costs me half the Osborne fortune."

The crowd buzzed with scandalized excitement. The poised, untouchable Mrs. Blackwood, entangled with the notorious playboy Liam Osborne?

Vivian met his gaze with quiet gratitude. Despite his theatrics, he’d given her the upper hand tonight.

"Mrs. Blackwood," the host interjected carefully, "this ring clearly holds deep significance. Are you certain about your decision?"

Vivian stared at the diamond—large, flawless, once cherished. Memories flashed: stolen glances, whispered promises, a love that had turned to dust.

She’d worn it through every moment, clinging to the illusion it represented.

Now, she saw it for what it was—a gilded chain.

"I’ve made my choice," she said firmly. "Let it go where it can truly matter."

Applause erupted. Admiration, curiosity, judgment—all blended into noise.

She could feel Ethan’s burning stare, but she didn’t look back.

Stepping offstage, she didn’t return to her seat. Instead, she slipped into the restroom, splashing cold water on her face.

The woman in the mirror was different. Stronger. Unshackled.

No more shadows of the wife who begged for scraps of affection.

She was free.

A smirk curled her lips. Ethan’s stormy expression had been priceless.

Mission accomplished.

She touched up her lipstick, ready to leave—until a low voice from the men’s room froze her in place.

"Once Blackwood takes the stage," the man muttered, "we strike. No mistakes this time."

A second voice chuckled darkly. "Last time, his brother got in the way. Tonight? Let’s see if luck saves him again."

Vivian’s breath caught.

Was Ethan walking into a trap?