Don't Leave, Wife
Copyright© 2026 by Nyvera
Chapter 4: The Rumors
Romance Sex Story: Chapter 4: The Rumors - Vivian Hart, the adopted daughter of the Hart family, marries Adrian Kingsley in an arranged marriage, hoping love will bloom. Instead, she endures three years of neglect from her cold billionaire husband. On their anniversary, she chooses divorce and walks away. Only after losing her does Adrian realize she was the love he never appreciated. But can he win back the wife who no longer waits for him?
Caution: This Romance Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fiction Safe Sex Revenge Royalty Slow Transformation AI Generated
Morning arrived with an unusual stillness.
The Kingsley Mansion, usually alive with the quiet rhythm of servants beginning their day, felt heavier than before. The silence that had settled between Adrian and Vivian the previous night lingered like a storm waiting to break.
Vivian stood in front of the bedroom mirror, fastening a pair of pearl earrings. She chose a simple ivory dress that reached just below her knees, paired with nude heels. There was nothing extravagant about her appearance, yet she possessed an effortless elegance that couldn’t be bought with designer labels.
She picked up her handbag and glanced at the calendar on the vanity.
Thursday.
Only two days remained before Olivia’s engagement banquet.
She knew exactly what awaited her there.
Questions.
Judgment.
Whispers.
Most importantly...
She knew everyone would ask about Adrian.
A soft knock interrupted her thoughts.
“Madam,” Mrs. Eleanor called from outside. “Breakfast is ready.”
“I’ll be down in a moment.”
After one last glance at her reflection, Vivian forced a smile.
“You can do this.”
She wasn’t trying to convince the mirror.
She was trying to convince herself.
Downstairs, Adrian was already seated at the dining table.
Unlike every other morning, his laptop wasn’t open.
Instead, he quietly flipped through the business section of the newspaper.
Vivian paused.
This was unusual.
“Good morning,” she greeted.
Adrian looked up briefly.
“Morning.”
She sat across from him.
For several minutes, neither spoke.
The silence between them had become almost routine.
Mrs. Eleanor served breakfast before discreetly dismissing the servants.
She had learned that whenever Mr. and Mrs. Kingsley were alone, there was always hope they might actually speak to each other.
Vivian poured coffee into Adrian’s cup.
“I spoke with Mr. Collins yesterday.”
He nodded without looking up.
“The Hart family called.”
This caught Adrian’s attention.
“They did?”
“It’s Olivia’s engagement banquet.”
“I remember.”
“They’ve invited both of us.”
Adrian folded the newspaper.
“When is it?”
“Saturday evening.”
He considered it for a moment.
“I have dinner with overseas clients.”
Vivian lowered her eyes.
“I thought you might.”
“It can’t be postponed.”
“I understand.”
Her response was gentle, almost expected.
But something about it made Adrian pause.
Normally, Vivian would have tried to persuade him.
She would have reminded him how important family events were.
She would have smiled and said she didn’t mind waiting.
Today...
She simply accepted it.
“You can attend without me,” Adrian said.
“I’ve attended alone before.”
Again...
No complaint.
No disappointment.
Just quiet acceptance.
Mrs. Eleanor watched from the kitchen doorway.
She frowned.
Something had changed.
Mrs. Kingsley wasn’t fighting anymore.
And somehow...
That frightened her more than their arguments ever had.
Across town...
Kingsley Group Headquarters buzzed with activity.
Employees hurried through the marble lobby carrying folders and tablets.
Inside the executive conference room, Adrian listened as department heads presented quarterly reports.
“The East District project is ahead of schedule.”
“The new partnership has increased profits by twelve percent.”
“The shareholders are satisfied.”
Every executive waited for Adrian’s response.
He skimmed through the documents.
“Approved.”
His decisions were quick.
Precise.
Emotionless.
Exactly as expected.
The meeting ended nearly two hours later.
As Adrian returned to his office, Ethan hurried after him.
“Sir.”
“What is it?”
“There are reporters waiting outside.”
Adrian frowned.
“Again?”
“They’re asking about Miss Sophia Bennett.”
“I have nothing to say.”
“It’s not only about Miss Bennett.”
Ethan hesitated before handing him a tablet.
“Someone uploaded photographs this morning.”
Adrian took it.
The headline filled the screen.
‘CEO Adrian Kingsley and Heiress Sophia Bennett Seen Together Yet Again. Is Divorce Around the Corner?’
Below the headline were several photographs.
Sophia adjusting his tie.
The two entering a restaurant.
Leaving the company together.
Standing beside each other at charity events.
To the public...
They looked like a couple.
Adrian’s expression darkened.
“Who released these?”
“We’re investigating.”
“Take them down.”
“We’ve tried.”
“The article is spreading too quickly.”
Adrian tossed the tablet onto his desk.
“I don’t care about gossip.”
Ethan looked uncomfortable.
“Sir...”
“ ... Mrs. Kingsley might.”
Those words echoed through the office.
For the first time...
Adrian thought about Vivian.
Had she seen the article?
Would she believe it?
He remembered the expression on her face yesterday morning when Sophia had adjusted his tie.
A flicker of guilt surfaced.
Only for a second.
Then he buried it beneath work once again.
“Cancel my afternoon appointments.”
Ethan blinked.
“Sir?”
“I’m going home for lunch.”
The assistant’s eyes widened in surprise.
In six years...
Adrian had never voluntarily gone home during work hours.
Not once.
At the same time...
Vivian sat inside a quiet café several streets away from Kingsley Group.
This place had become her escape.
No one here recognized her as Mrs. Kingsley.
She could simply be...
Vivian.
She stirred her coffee absentmindedly while sketching ideas inside a notebook.
Interior designs.
Living room concepts.
Bedroom layouts.
Design had always been her passion.
Marriage had simply pushed it aside.
“Vivian?”
She looked up.
A young woman stood beside her table wearing a navy blazer and carrying a leather portfolio.
She blinked in surprise.
“Lena?”
Lena smiled brightly.
“It’s really you!”
The two women embraced warmly.
Lena had been Vivian’s university classmate before Vivian’s marriage.
“You disappeared after graduation,” Lena laughed.
“I got married.”
“I heard.”
Lena sat down.
“So...”
“How’s life as Mrs. Kingsley?”
Vivian hesitated.
She looked out the café window.
“ ... It’s peaceful.”
It wasn’t a lie.
Silence could be peaceful.
Even when it hurt.
Lena noticed the sadness hidden behind her smile but chose not to press further.
Instead, she slid a business card across the table.
“I’m opening my own interior design studio next month.”
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