Chapter 5
Everyone but Harvey and Vivi got detained right then and there.
Hours later, Harvey finally walked out of the interrogation room. Vivi was waiting, eyes puffy and face pale like she hadn’t slept
in days. She hurried over, cupping his hands, sniffling.
“Harvey, Leah’s gone. Don’t be too sad, okay? At least get your wound treated—”
He ripped his hands away, face like stone, and glanced at his secretary, who’d shown up to pick him up. His voice was low and
sharp.
“Release a statement saying my wife died in an accident today. Shut down the entire company for a week to mourn. Anyone who
doesn’t comply–fire them. For delayed contracts, enforce breach clauses.”
Vivi just stared, stunned, before scrambling to block his way. “What are you talking about? We called Leah out to get you to break
up with her!
“How can you call her your wife and make everyone think that? What if other companies get the wrong idea? You said we were
getting married in a few days!”
Harvey’s eyes were bloodshot.
“Leah and I never broke up. If we’d made it to the restaurant today, I would’ve married her. There’s nothing wrong with saying
that.”
Vivi’s heart dropped. She stumbled back a couple of steps, then tried her usual move.
“Harvey, that’s too much. I’m overwhelmed–my heart hurts. Can you take me to the hospital?”
It had always worked before. Once, she’d pulled the same stunt while Leah was stranded on a high–rise scaffold in the freezing cold, waiting for Harvey to come save her. One call from Vivi, and Leah had been left out there all night.
But this time, Harvey didn’t even flinch–like he’d run out of ways to care about her. He just frowned, voice flat and cold.
“Miss Baldwin, your legs aren’t broken. Call a cab.”
He walked off without looking back, completely ignoring her desperate shouting.
For days, Harvey drowned in guilt, trapped in a house still filled with traces of Leah. While he’d been plotting to break her, she’d been dreaming of a better life for him.
The regret was suffocating. It hit him hard–he loved her. He’d been wrapped up in her warmth too long to ever come back from
- it.
At the funeral, the place was packed with socialites. No one had known Leah Laurent was the wife of Seinfeld Corp’s CEO until now. Harvey stood on stage, hands wrapped in bandages, looking like a ghost of himself. Holding her urn, he gave a somber
