Third Person's POV
Roman laughed sardonically, utterly baffled by Vivian's shameless question.
"That's because you always embarrass me when you do that in public," he shot her a glare, his vicious smile fading. "You should try doing it deep in the mountains instead. Maybe then we could finally live in peace."
"You're really a bastard, Roman!" Vivian's trembling grip tightened against the edge of the small table.
"You made me this way, Vivi. You ruined everything. So how about it? Will you sign the divorce papers now? Look at us. We keep hurting each other like sworn enemies."
"No! I will never divorce you. This is my place. I will never give up my place as your wife. You can marry Viona if you want, take her as your concubine, or whatever the hell you like. But I will always be your first wife. Your legal wife. This. Is. My. Place."
Vivian spoke through streaming tears. She had already lost everything, and she would not let Viona take her last shred of dignity.
