My best friend is marrying my husband novel Chapter 42

Diana let out a soft, cutting laugh, eyes filled with contempt. “You filthy little tramp–who told you to turn down my check? Was thirty million not enough to buy a worthless maid’s life?”

“Vivian Bennett, filth runs in your blood. Even without the title of Mrs. Foster, you’re still beneath me. You

took what was never yours. This… is your punishment.”

Vivian locked eyes with her, gaze red–rimmed and burning with hatred. “Diana Schuyler, you killed someone.

You will pay with your life.”

“Ha!” Diana’s laughter rang sharp. “That’s a poor person’s rule. All I need is Charles.”

“What do you-”

Before she could finish, Vivian heard footsteps closing in from behind.

The next second, a sharp pain shot through the back of her neck.

Charles Foster’s voice fell, cold as ice. “Calling the cops? Vivian… you really don’t know your place.”

Vivian’s body went slack, collapsing to the floor. Charles drew back his hand.

In her fading consciousness, she saw him walk toward Diana.

Her heart cracked apart. She shut her eyes–despair swallowing disbelief.

Charles had truly loved Diana Schuyler.

Back then, all it took was one “it hurts” from her and he wouldn’t even touch her–until he landed in the hospital from holding back.

He loved her so much that when Diana got an intern drunk and accidentally killed him, Charles apologized in public and paid with everything he had to cover it up.

Later, Diana divorced him, took their son abroad, and nearly destroyed Charles’s life.

He lost everything. Drank. Tried to end it all more than once.

That was when Vivian and her mother were hired by one of Charles’s close friends to care for him around the

clock.

They were paid far beyond market rates. Vivian had stepped into the Foster Estate full of apprehension–only to run straight into Charles Foster’s chest.

His jaw was sharp, lips pale, and between his furrowed brows lay a gloom both broken and unshakeable. In

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the dimness, his eyes found hers.

In that moment, Vivian’s heart skipped a beat.

Her mother caught her fluster and gently warned, “Vivian, he’s not from our world. You’ll never replace the

widow in his heart.”

But she couldn’t stop herself.

She just wanted to stay by his side… to watch over him.

So when he drank, she made hangover soups. When he couldn’t sleep, she scoured the country for remedies.

She stayed by his side in silence for three full years–until Charles finally recovered and returned to the

business world in full force.

Vivian thought that was when she should leave.

But Charles stopped her. He only said three sentences, and they changed the rest of her life.

“I know you like me.”

“Vivian.”

“Let’s get married.”

After they married, Charles treated her well.

He canceled late–night international meetings just to come home and wash her feet. He stayed up through every night of her period to watch over her. He walked away from million–dollar deals just to take her on spontaneous trips when she said she felt low.

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