I ran into Tristan Whitmore I used to study with while sneaking Chicken tenders at a street stall. His eyes widened in surprise. "Vivian? You've been throwing a tantrum for quite a while, huh? Finally decided to come back to Grant?" Grant Holloway was Tristan of my mother's employer's family-and also my first love. We were supposed to study abroad together. But at our graduation party, someone drugged him. I rushed to save him, but in the heat of passion, he suddenly sobered up ... And in front of everyone, he threw me out of the room, half-naked. He said I'd do anything for money. After that day, I became the city's most infamous gold-digger. The sheer malice suffocated me, so I left with my mother and didn't return for two years. Tristan pulled out his phone, dialing as he spoke to me. "You have no idea how desperately Grant's been looking for you all these years. Now that you're back, just apologize. Couples fight, but they always make up by bedtime." Make up by bedtime? I laughed. Under his stunned gaze, I stood up, rested a hand on my six-month baby bump, and tilted my head. "My kid's about to be born. What's there to make up?"
