Rebirth In Divorce My New Mr. Perfect (by Summer Knowles) novel Chapter 519

But he still couldn't fully trust Vivian, despite his wavering heart.

"Michael, don't you believe me anymore?" Vivian asked, feigning disappointment.

Michael, still thinking about what Zachary had said, asked again, "Just tell me honestly - did you do all this to marry Zachary? Your grandfather and his are discussing the engagement now, aren't they?"

A cold glint passed through Vivian's eyes. She knew denying it was pointless - he'd find out when the engagement was announced anyway.

Her patience exhausted, she said, "Yes, I already told you. Sarah was right - I love Zachary. So what will you do now? Tell the police the truth and send me to prison?"

She burst out laughing. "Michael, you're so naive. Do you think the police would believe you? Do you have any proof?"

Michael's face grew paler as Vivian continued, "Don't be foolish. You have no evidence, but I do. I have surveillance footage of you meeting Charlotte. When you two were planning everything, I made sure I wasn't involved."

Michael's face darkened. He knew she was right. During the planning, they'd only communicated by phone, and even when meeting, he'd never thought to record anything.

He never imagined Vivian would use this against him.

In that moment, Michael realized the stranger before him wasn't the smiling girl from high school. Now her smile sent chills down his spine.

"Vivian, don't—"

"Don't what? Michael, you didn't actually think I loved you, did you?"

Vivian drew out each word, her voice low enough that only Michael could hear.

"Sasa, let me introduce you to some people." Amanda pulled her by the hand into the living room.

"Everyone, this is Sarah. Isn't she striking?"

Her aunt pointed to an elegant young woman in the crowd. "This is my niece, Sydney Blanco. You two should get along."

Before Sarah could speak, Sydney chimed in with a smirk, "Come on, Auntie. I'm in college, and she's already got a divorce under her belt. Not exactly running in the same circles, are we?"

"Sydney!" Mrs. Blanco, who was sitting beside Sydney, landed a sharp tap on her head.

"Don't mind her, Sarah dear. We've spoiled her rotten. I'm your Aunt Claire, by the way - through the White side of the family."