Chapter 479

Chapter 479:

With deliberate ease, she took a step forward—positioning herself directly between Sadie and Noah, as if staking her claim.

“Sadie, why are you staring at me? Don’t just stand there!” Vivi’s voice carried across the room, louder now, laced with an air of authority she had no right to claim. “Noah’s drunk. Help him to his room.”

She moved as if she owned the space, exuding the effortless confidence of a hostess directing a servant. In her mind, Sadie was merely an afterthought, a figure to be dismissed.

But Sadie didn’t budge. She remained still, her expression unreadable, her gaze resting on Vivi with unsettling calm—like a lake so still it became impossible to tell how deep it ran. For the first time that night, Vivi felt something shift, a barely perceptible crack in her certainty. Still, she pressed on, forcing a sweet, knowing smile.

“Sadie, you’re not mad at Noah, are you?” she asked, her voice coated in manufactured sympathy. “I know things might look bad, but you should trust him. He—”

“That’s enough from you.”

Sadie’s voice cut through the air like a quiet storm, stopping Vivi mid-sentence. Then, in a voice far softer but infinitely colder, Sadie spoke again. “Miss Quinn, please get out of my way.”

Their eyes met—Sadie’s gaze steady, unwavering, and tinged with something Vivi hadn’t expected: impatience, as though this entire exchange had already tested her limited tolerance.

Vivi faltered.

She had anticipated meekness, hesitation—perhaps even quiet resentment. But this? This cool, detached dismissal? It left her unmoored.

She opened her mouth, searching for a retort, but under Sadie’s gaze, the words died before they could take shape. And just like that, Sadie was done. Without sparing Vivi another glance, she stepped past her, moving toward Noah with an ease that made it clear—Vivi had never been an obstacle to begin with.

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Seeing Sadie move toward Noah, Vivi hurried after her, lowering her voice to a whisper, her words dripping like poison meant for Sadie alone. “Sadie, can’t you see it? Noah doesn’t love you at all. Do you really think he got drunk for no reason? That he asked me to bring him back for no reason? Wake up, Sadie! He’s just using you to keep up appearances.”

Vivi leaned in closer, her voice trembling with barely contained excitement, her breath warm and intrusive against Sadie’s skin.

“He told me himself—he’s only with you out of obligation. The only person he truly loves is me. And soon enough, he’s going to divorce you and make it official.”

Vivi’s words slithered through the air, a cruel incantation meant to shatter.

She waited, eager for the fallout—the telltale quiver of Sadie’s lips, the sharp intake of breath, the flicker of devastation in her eyes. She wanted to see Sadie crumble, to watch her shatter piece by piece.

But nothing happened. Sadie didn’t so much as flinch.

Her expression remained eerily composed, as if Vivi’s venomous confession was nothing more than background noise, a passing breeze.

She didn’t even look at Vivi. Her gaze remained fixed on Noah, her focus unwavering.

“Miss Quinn…” Sadie’s voice was calm, steady, and, to Vivi’s growing unease, laced with the faintest trace of amusement. “I appreciate you bringing my husband home.”

Sadie’s words were light, almost cordial—yet they landed like an invisible slap, sharp and deliberate.

Vivi’s breath hitched. The color drained from her face as she stared at Sadie, stunned. This wasn’t the reaction she had expected. No anger, no heartbreak, no desperate attempt to defend her marriage. Just… indifference.

Why?

Did Sadie truly not care about Noah? Did she feel nothing at all?

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