Chapter 37: Mrs. Hamilton Is History
Vivian Dempsey’s WeChat message arrived abruptly—just a location pin.
After knowing her for years, Evelyn Carter had never seen her this flustered. Vivian was always the epitome of composure. Whatever had rattled her must be serious.
Evelyn immediately hailed a cab. “Tianjie Tower, please.”
The scenery blurred past the window as she clutched her phone, her palms damp with sweat.
When she arrived, everything seemed normal. She dialed Vivian’s number. “Where are you?”
“Starbucks—first table on the left when you walk in!”
Pushing through the glass door, a blast of cold air hit her. Vivian sat across from a stranger and waved urgently.
“Viv?”
Vivian yanked her close, looping an arm around her waist. “See? Told you I wasn’t lying.”
Evelyn was lost. “What’s going on?”
“Let me handle this.” Vivian shot her a look before turning to the man. “Just report back that it’s my fault.”
The man chuckled, his gaze flickering between them. “Playing games, Miss Dempsey?”
Evelyn pulled free. “Someone explain. Now.”
“I’ll do it.” The man stood, smirking. “Family-set blind date. Miss Dempsey claimed she prefers women and insisted on proving it by bringing her girlfriend.”
Evelyn’s temple throbbed. She knew Vivian hated setups, but this was extreme.
“We’re serious. Not breaking up,” Vivian insisted.
The man crossed his arms. “You’re not convincing.”
“How so?”
“Not sure about her,” he said, eyeing Evelyn, “but you? Definitely not into women.”
Vivian stiffened. “What makes you say that?”
He laughed. “Mrs. Hamilton—does Alexander know about this hobby of yours?”
The air turned to ice.
Vivian gaped. “You know her?”
“The lounge bar. Your reunion.” He tapped his temple. “I even picked up your phone.”
Recognition flashed. “You’re Alexander’s college friend?”
A sharp pain stabbed her abdomen. She doubled over, clutching her stomach.
“What’s wrong?” Vivian steadied her.
“Probably… ran too fast…”
“You just had surgery!” Vivian’s voice shook.
The man’s expression darkened. “An abortion? Does Alex know?”
“He does.” Her face was ghostly pale.
“Then you two—”
“Divorced.” She lifted her chin with a faint smile. “Call me Dr. Carter from now on.”
