Chapter 4

Vivian's POV

From that day on, I was like a different person.

The next morning, Maxwell was still asleep when I started clearing out my walk-in closet. Everything he'd given me, or things we'd bought together as a couple, I packed into trash bags.

Maxwell woke up, frowned at the chaotic scene on the floor. "What are you doing so early?"

I didn't look at him, just said flatly, "These things are old. I don't like them anymore."

"If you don't like them, throw them out. I'll buy you more," Maxwell said dismissively, yawning. "Are you still going to the…