Meanwhile.
In the Bentley.
Theodore looked down at a certain part of himself and gave a helpless smile.
He had been too impulsive.
She had only recently divorced. He couldn't be this hasty; it would scare her.
He wasn't normally an impulsive person. He was methodical and always patient.
But whenever it came to her, he always became like this.
Impatient, eager, like a teenager.
The light ahead turned red, and Theodore stepped on the brake.
He closed his eyes, trying to calm a certain urge.
But the image that appeared in his mind was of her, slightly lost in passion.
His Adam's apple bobbed as Theodore opened his eyes with a resigned sigh.
He might as well find something to do to distract himself.
***
Time passed slowly.
The internet had long since erupted into chaos.
One blogger had dug up Vivienne's entire timeline and all her public online statements.
Now that the truth was out, looking back at all of it was increasingly disgusting.
She claimed to be the original singer of a song she had strong-armed someone into selling.
She publicly took credit for a demo she didn't sing, using Emilia's version to put her down.
The song had a different meaning—it was about a wife finding peace after being betrayed—yet the other woman passed it off as her own creation and was praised by so many.
Although some people argued that she had legally bought the song, others quickly stepped in to clarify the law.
She may have bought it, but the writing credit naturally belonged to the original author, Emilia.
After all, no matter how you spun it, Emilia wrote the song, not Vivienne.
Thinking back now, all those comments like, "A lifetime of Emilia's work isn't worth 25 seconds of Vivienne's," and, "Vivienne writes a hit so effortlessly, what does Emilia have?" and all the other online praise for Vivienne's talent...

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