Chapter 590

Vivian Bennett stood rooted to the spot.

Her entire body trembled violently, as if her soul had been ripped out.

Surrounded by bodyguards, she suddenly erupted with astonishing strength.

She pushed the bodyguards away like a madwoman.

Like a cornered animal, her eyes bloodshot, she charged straight at the group of reporters.

She grabbed the nearest reporter.

Snatched the photos from his hands.

Her hands shook as she tore at them frantically.

The sound of ripping paper was sharp and desperate.

All the reporters froze.

They watched her.

Watched her shred the photos into pieces and fling them into the air.

The fragments fluttered down like snowflakes.

Her face was streaked with tears, her makeup long ruined, a picture of utter misery.

She lunged at another reporter.

The reporter instinctively tried to hide the photos.

In the chaos, someone shoved her.

She fell heavily to the floor.

Shreds of paper pierced her palms.

She seemed to feel no pain.

A fingernail on her index finger was torn back, beads of blood welling up, staining her fingertip.

She just stared fixedly at the reporters.

Her eyes were terrifyingly empty.

"You..." Her voice was hoarse, like sandpaper grating her throat. "You'll all get what's coming to you."

Two lines of tears rolled down.

They dripped onto her pristine white skirt, blooming into dark stains.

She pushed herself up from the floor, swaying unsteadily as she stood.

Sophia Miller rushed over to support her.

"Vivian, let's go." Sophia was crying too. "Ignore these people. They're not worth it."

"Go?" Isabella Sullivan's voice was like an ice pick dipped in poison, stabbing through the air. "You think you can just leave after causing this scene? What do you take the Sullivan family for? What do you take everyone here for?"

She stepped closer.

Her eyes held undisguised malice and satisfaction.

Since her son's death, her only reason for living had been revenge against Liam Sullivan.

He was the one who killed her son.

She wanted him to taste the most extreme pain the world could offer.

And what Liam cared about most was Vivian.

Destroying Vivian meant destroying Liam.

Tonight was the perfect opportunity.

Watching Vivian's breakdown filled her with a twisted sense of pleasure.

This was only the beginning.

She would make Vivian fall completely into hell, never to rise again.

She would make Liam watch as the woman he loved was slowly crushed to pieces.

What a beautiful sight that would be.

A cruel smile curled at the corner of Isabella's lips.

"Vivian Bennett, do you think pretending to be crazy will let you get away with this?" She raised her voice so everyone could hear clearly. "These photos, this evidence, it's all right here. You seduced a married man, destroyed a family, and now you think you can just walk away?"

Vivian lifted her head.

A flicker of emotion finally stirred in her empty eyes.

It was hatred.

Hatred so intense it threatened to overflow.

"Isabella Sullivan." She spoke each word deliberately. "You will get what's coming to you."

"What's coming to me?" Isabella sneered. "I'd like to see whose reckoning this is today."

She turned to face all the guests.

"Everyone, I apologize for the spectacle tonight. But the Sullivan family will not tolerate a shameless woman like this. Vivian Bennett, you must give everyone an explanation."

Vivian closed her eyes.

Her heart ached as if it were about to split open.

She couldn't stay another second.

Every moment was torture.

"Sophia." She whispered. "Take me away."

Sophia gripped her hand tightly.

"Okay, let's go."

They turned to leave.

But Isabella's sharp voice rang out. "Stop them!"

Bodyguards immediately moved forward.

The scene descended into chaos again.

Vivian was shielded behind Sophia, but she was still jostled.

She stumbled, nearly falling again.

Just then.

The banquet hall doors were suddenly flung open from outside.

A tall figure, backlit, strode in with long, determined steps.