Rising from Betrayal

Chapter 012

Everyone in the group exchanged glances—Nathan, Camille, and the others—all wearing the same expression: disbelief.

These security guards were actually blocking the wife of one of the building's priority residents?

Vivienne‘s face flushed.

Anger and humiliation surged through her simultaneously, leaving her unable to tell which emotion burned hotter.

"Are you fucking blind, or have you all lost your minds?!" Her voice exploded through the lobby, sharp and furious.

"I am Vivienne Calloway! Norman Calloway's wife! I’m a priority resident of this building! You have no right—"

"Nuh, never heard of you.”

The lead guard cut her off with a cold laugh.

“And who the hell do you think you are? Some random bitch throwing a tantrum at the entrance?"

“Get lost!”

“This is a high-end residential community, not some place where any nobody can walk in whenever they want.”

The guard looked at her with undisguised mockery.

He wasn't afraid of her.

Mr. Calloway had already given Mrs. Walker instructions to reward every security guard with a generous bonus.

Tonight, they weren’t just guarding the building.

They were carrying out Mr Calloway’s orders and guarding his dignity.

And for that generous bonus alone, they had no intention of letting him down.

Besides, everyone here had eyes.

They knew right from wrong.

This woman was married, yet she constantly insulted and humiliated her husband without any good reason.

Now she had even gone out in the middle of the night, leaving with another man while acting far too close and intimate, and coming back this late.

Someone like her being thrown out?

In their opinion... it served her right!

Vivienne's breathing became ragged.

Her fingers trembled violently.

She was so furious that her chest felt like it was about to explode.

"You... You actually called me a bitch? A nobody?" Her voice shook with rage.

"Do you have any idea who you're talking to? I live here!"

"If you don't get out of my way right now, I will file a formal complaint! I will make sure every single one of you loses your jobs and ends up on the streets!"

The first guard didn't even bother hiding his disdain.

"Go ahead. File whatever complaint you want. Do you really think we’re scared of you?"

He then nodded toward the corner of the lobby, toward the side door that led to the building's waste collection area.

“See that pile of garbage? That’s yours. Take it and leave. Don't block the entrance.”

Vivienne turned.

Under the yellowish glow of the outdoor lights, several cardboard boxes were stacked on the pavement.

Beside them were bags and scattered personal items.

All of them hers.

Vivienne’s pupils contracted.

“My things...”

“Why are my things here?!”

Three seconds of silence—then Vivienne understood.

"How dare you do this to me!” Her voice rose sharply. “Was this Norman’s order?!"

She stepped forward twice, but before she could get closer, the second guard shifted to fill the gap, blocking her way.

“Get Norman out here! I swear I’m not done with him!”

Behind her, Nathan, Camille, and the others stood frozen—no one spoke, no one knew what to say.

The friends who had been laughing the loudest at Imperial Lounge were now half-looking down, suddenly very interested in the tips of their own shoes.

None of them had expected this.

They thought they were coming here to force Norman to lower his head and watch him apologize.

But instead... it turned out that Norman had actually thrown Vivienne out... completely.

Vivienne's eyes burned with fury.

Yet her face had gone pale from humiliation.

Then the guard spoke again.

His tone remained calm, almost indifferent.

"One more thing—Mr. Calloway asked us to inform you... he will be waiting for you at the courthouse tomorrow morning to finalize the divorce proceedings.”

“Don’t forget it."