Chapter 2 Author: Snail I returned to my bedroom feeling hollow and defeated. It was nothing more than a cramped space at the end of the second floor-right next to Damien's. I could still hear his voice in my head. "The size of the room doesn't matter. What matters is that you're close to me! This is just temporary. Once I finish renovating the wedding room, we'll get married." Eight years had passed, and now the wedding room he'd once prepared so carefully no longer belonged to me. I opened my suitcase, ready to pack my clothes, when the door suddenly burst open with a loud crash. Vivian strutted in, her belly prominent, chin lifted as she scanned the room with disdain. "So this is your bedroom? It's even smaller than the bathroom in my suite. How pathetic. You've clung to my husband for eight years and still have no title. He even gave me the wedding room he promised you. What are you still hanging around for? Don't you feel ashamed?" Her voice dripped with mockery and triumph. I shut the suitcase with a hard snap. My tone was ice-cold. "You're not welcome here. Get out." Vivian raised a brow, her voice laced with scorn. "Did you forget? I'm the mistress of this villa now. Who are you to tell me to leave? Soon, my child will be the heir to the Jones family. You're nothing but a shameless mistress. You'll end up with nothing!" My fists clenched at my sides, nails digging into my palms. Tears burned behind my eyes. Each word hit like a slap across the face, leaving my cheeks flaming with humiliation. I was about to reply when she suddenly staggered, letting out a sharp cry as she crumpled to the floor, clutching her belly. "Help! My baby…" Damien came rushing in, panic etched into every line of his face. He swept her into his arms. Vivian wrapped her arms around his neck, sobbing pitifully.