The Night We Buried

Vivienne’s POV

I didn’t know why tonight, of all nights, was the one my brain chose to betray me.

I was just doing my makeup. The kind of look that said “I could ruin your life but I’m not going to because you’re going to do it for me.” Just the usual armor I put on before walking into a room because my plan to make Valentin Sokolov regret marrying me was officially in motion.

And then it happene