Collateral Damage

Vivienne’s POV.

The hotel suite felt like both a refuge and a reminder of everything we’d been through. It was supposed to be a temporary safe haven, but with each passing day, it started to feel like we were living on borrowed time.

The kids were in the next room with the nanny, and I was grateful for the few moments of peace. But even in the quiet, the tension hummed just beneath the surface.