Chapter 482

Never Late, Never Away Chapter 482

He married her to shield her from mockery; he had V.M. Fund set up in her honor; he erased the

biggest stain on her character; he punished those who have wronged her... He had done so much

and transformed her from a scorned Cinderella to the widely admired Mrs. Norton of the Finnor

Group.

Yet, none of that seemed to have counted for anything, as the moment Evelyn reappeared, his heart

was no longer with her. Perhaps it was as Evelyn had put it—she was only a brief fascination for

whom Finnick would not stick with for long.

The biggest tragedy was how she still harbored a sliver of hope that all these might be untrue even

in the face of the overwhelming evidence she had discovered.

Vivian wiped at her tears as she slowly got back on her feet. She told herself that she must be

strong. Everything is going to be alright. Worse come to worst, we will just get a divorce. That was

something she had mentally prepared herself for anyway.

Even if she was no longer wanted by Finnick, she would continue to raise the child on her own and

make a good life for themselves together. She believed that she was capable of that.

If my mother could manage it, why not me?

Having sorted through her thoughts, Vivian turned and steadily made her way downstairs.

In the end, she chose not to enter the bedroom to expose Finnick and Evelyn. She could not bear to

see the man she had once loved so deeply engaging the warmth of another woman. Just imagining

it would be enough to drive her crazy.

On top of that, she wished to retain her dignity. She reckoned that she might break down into a

sobbing mess were she to bear witness to the scene which awaited her inside. She may very well

end up spinelessly clamoring for Finnick. Should that happen, even she would come to despise

herself.

The sound in the bedroom stopped the moment Vivian departed.

Evelyn was dressed in a bathrobe inside the room. She looked rather prim and proper seated in bed

and did not appear as one who was deeply engaged in sexual intimacy. She was the only one in the

room. Where was the man?

Placed on top of the nightstand next to her was a laptop playing the deep drawls of a man's voice

on loop.

She eyed Vivian's exit between the slit of the door and ceased her own lascivious enunciations.

Disdain swept across her face. “You think you could stand against me, Vivian William? In your

dreams!”

Evelyn smirked when she retrieved Finnick's phone off the bed. Her smug smile turned to rage when

she saw Vivian's photo displayed on the phone.

“Sooner or later, you'll be completely mine, Finnick.” Evelyn snarled under her breath before she got

up and walked out.

Her heart was filled with glee. Before this, she was quite worried about Vivian actually barging in,

which would have ruined her entire plan.

She surprised even herself that Vivian did not have the guts to do so. She is useless!

And hopelessly vapid too, falling for her trickery way too easily.

The woman leisurely made her way down and picked up all the clothing left on the floor before she

returned upstairs, as though she was in her own home.

After she got changed, Evelyn stood in front of the full-length mirror to adjust her belt. She noticed

the wardrobe to her side and reached out to open it.

Inside was Vivian's clothes placed alongside Finnick’s. That left her livid, and she started grabbing

and throwing all of them out.

“You're not deserving enough to marry Finnick, Vivian William!” She needed to yell that out loud to

let off some steam

Reluctantly, she proceeded to replace the clothing and had them arranged properly after she cooled

down. She could ill-afford to leave tell-tale signs for Finnick to chance upon.