to her name.
So she became Vivian Carter.
Average girl.
Average job.
Average apartment.
Invisible.
“I wanted to be loved for me,” she said.
“And you got your answer,” Marcus said. “Preston loved Vivian the waitress when she made him feel powerful. Beatatrice tolerated Vivian the gold digger when she thought she could control her. Neither of them ever knew continue reading …
