Vivian's POV
During the entire elevator ride to Ryan's floor, doubt gnawed at my stomach like acid. Coming here felt like walking straight into a trap I'd set for myself.
And honestly, it probably was. I was heading back to an apartment I'd fled just days ago, convinced I'd return as Ryan's wife.
Instead, I was walking into a space that now served as my twin sister's love nest with her stolen boyfriend.
Though I had to admit, I did come back married.
Just not to the man I'd expected.
The elevator doors slid open with a soft ding. My pulse hammered against my throat as I made my way down the familiar hallway toward what I'd foolishly called home for over a year. Ryan and I had rushed into living together, swept up in what I'd believed was an incredible love story.
God, I'd been such an idiot.
I stopped outside the door, releasing a shaky breath. For one absurd moment, I actually thought about knocking like some polite visitor.
