The Breaking Point

Sylvia’s POV

Sitting in the backseat of my black car, hidden by the tinted windows, I clenched my fists so hard that my knuckles turned white. There she was, walking out of Don’s company like she owned the place…Vivienne. I could feel the rage boiling up inside me, clawing its way through my chest as I stared at her from a distance.

Everything about her made my blood boil. The way she smiled, as i