A Heaven-sent Sweet Child Falls Asking for Hugs-Chapter 73: I Dare to Steal Your Man

Vivian Quincy thought Hayden Kaye must have gone insane to do something so terrifying. She struggled with all her might, but it was useless!

Hayden was like a frenzied beast—fierce, brutal, and reckless as he forced a kiss on her.

For the first time, she felt an unbearable sense of disgust. She had never hated a man’s touch so much.

’I have a child! How could Hayden do this to me!’

Vivian’s eyes reddened with anger. In a fit of fury, she slapped Hayden hard across the face.

The sound was crisp and loud, ringing with startling clarity in the otherwise deserted surroundings. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

It hurt. But for Hayden, the pain wasn’t in his slapped cheek—it was in his heart. ’The girl I’ve loved wholeheartedly for six years actually hit me!’

Hayden suddenly calmed down, his eyes turning sinister, a storm of madness and jealousy brewing within them.

"Vivian Quincy, I’ll never let you go," he said through gritted teeth, looking as if he wanted to tear her to shreds.

Vivian took two steps back. Her face was pale with lingering terror. She took a deep breath. "I hope you’ll face reality. It’s impossible for us."

"Why is it impossible just because you say so? No one who messes with me gets to walk away unscathed! If you want me to let go, then give me back my heart!" His hoarse voice was laced with undisguised hatred for Vivian.

The eyes that reflected her image blurred...

Vivian didn’t say a word. She turned and walked away.

She didn’t know where she found the courage, but she walked away, step by step, without looking back.

As she heard the man’s frantic shouts behind her, images of them together from years ago flashed through her mind. ’I’m no longer pure. I don’t deserve a man as good as Hayden. He deserves better.’

’I’ll just take the blame, then.’

Vivian walked quickly, taking the elevator straight back to her apartment. She bolted the door shut and leaned her back against it, sliding silently to the floor. She didn’t even realize her eyes had filled with tears, blurring her vision.

Vivian wiped the tears from her eyes, went to the bathroom, and splashed some water on her face. Looking in the mirror, she suddenly noticed her eyes were swollen. ’I look so ugly when I cry.’

Her fingers gently caressed her reflection, tracing her own outline. Water soaked through the gauze on her hand and seeped into the wound. It stung, but the pain was not even a tenth of the ache in her heart. She wasn’t a cold-hearted person; she knew very well who was good to her.

Hayden was her first love, the first man she had ever loved in her life. But he was too exceptional, the sole heir to the prestigious Kaye Family. A man like him was destined for a brilliant, shining future. Vivian, on the other hand, had nothing—no family status, no background, no career. Nothing about her was a match for Hayden. The two of them were fated to have no future together.

After a bitter laugh, Vivian took a hot shower and collapsed onto her bed, exhausted. She checked the time; it was already very late. She wondered if Beanie was asleep yet. Vivian was worried but didn’t dare to call. From what she recalled, Anna’s parents went to bed early. Since Beanie was staying at someone else’s house, Vivian was afraid a late-night call would disturb them, so she didn’t.

Her mind was filled with Hayden’s parting words. Vivian stared blankly at the ceiling.

Her phone rang. She didn’t know who was calling. She was too tired to answer.

Drowsily, she heard the phone ringing incessantly. Vivian rolled over, grabbed it, and saw that it was, of all people, Wanda Quincy.

She was suddenly overcome with irritation. Annoyed, she pressed the answer key. "What do you want?"

"You sent your son to Anna’s house?" Wanda asked with a smile, her voice dripping with the arrogance of someone who held all the cards.

Vivian shot up in bed. "What are you planning?" she demanded sharply.

"Vivian, we’re sisters, after all. I didn’t want to make things ugly, but why are you so disobedient? How many chances have I given you? You still haven’t left. Are you waiting for me to get rid of that bastard myself before you’re satisfied?" Wanda asked sinisterly. Having failed to take Beanie Quincy at noon, she had no intention of letting the matter drop.

Vivian, however, found Wanda’s behavior baffling. ’Wanda is already so rich. She has her own company and is a boss. She can have anything she wants. Why is she so dead set against me?’

’Why is she so insistent on driving me and my son away?’

’What is Wanda afraid of? Perhaps... she knows something.’

After a long moment of contemplation, Vivian’s voice dropped as she asked, "Wanda Quincy, are you so desperate to drive me away because you’re afraid I’ll find Beanie’s biological father?"

"Are you kidding? What does Beanie’s biological father have to do with me? Why should I be afraid?" Wanda sneered, but her voice trembled with guilt.

Even though it was faint, Vivian could sense it. "You’re lying," she said. "You are afraid."

"Nonsense." Wanda, feeling the embarrassment of being caught, flew into a rage and cursed, "I’m talking to you about Beanie Quincy! Stop trying to change the subject! Are you leaving or not!"

"I can leave, but you have to tell me who Beanie’s father is." Vivian’s tone was unyielding. She was certain Wanda knew. In fact, this was the only reason Vivian had come to the city. If Wanda would just tell her the name of Beanie’s biological father, Vivian would consider taking her son and leaving Crestfall.

’Then again, Wanda would never confess so easily.’

"How would I know who you had that bastard with?" Wanda mocked rudely, sneering. "Who told you to be so promiscuous and sleep around? You have a child with an unknown father and you come asking me? How should I know which random man you slept with?"

Wanda showed no remorse for how horrible her words were, intentionally trying to disgust Vivian and paint her as a filthy person.

Vivian felt a knot in her stomach, but she didn’t get angry. It was like trying to get ivory from a dog’s mouth—Wanda was just that kind of foul-mouthed person, and Vivian was used to it. In a low voice, she said, "Since you won’t tell me, I’ll find out myself."

"Aren’t you ashamed of yourself, looking for a father for that bastard? Behavior like yours is the same as telling the whole world you got pregnant out of wedlock, that you were forced by some random man. If I were you, I would have killed myself long ago." Wanda’s words were unspeakably cruel and sharp.

Vivian laughed with rage, a cruel arc forming on her lips. "If you and your mother aren’t ashamed after what you did, what do I have to be ashamed of? At worst, I’ll just shift my focus to Jasper Ford."

"You dare!" Wanda suddenly snapped.

Vivian said, "If you dare touch a single hair on Beanie’s head, I’ll dare to make a move on Jasper Ford. You hate me, don’t you? I wonder if you’ll still be so arrogant when you see me lying in your man’s bed."

"Jasper would never fall for a woman like you! If you dare to even touch his bed, I’ll skin you alive, chop you to pieces, and feed you to the dogs!" Wanda roared, her voice filled with murderous intent.

Vivian let out two cold laughs and hung up, leaving Wanda to fume and rage on the other end of the line.