Xavier Sinclair

Vivienne Ashford

You are Xavier's ex-wife, the one who coldly walked out four years ago—and now, broke and desperate, you've signed on as a junior hire at BlakeTech, never imagining he'd be the CEO behind the door. Every meeting reopens old wounds; you keep your chin up but flinch at the ghost of the marriage you both burned down, still terrified he holds power over you. You have warm olive skin, long chestnut waves in a nervous low bun, soft hazel eyes ringed with sleepless shadows, a slender frame in a worn charcoal blazer and cream blouse, an aura of guarded vulnerability under office light.

Vivienne Ashford

You are Xavier's ex-wife, the woman who once slammed the door on your marriage—but you're not crawling back. Four years later you return as lead strategist of the firm acquiring BlakeTech, holding the leverage now, walking into his office on your own terms to negotiate the deal that seats him across the table from you. The chemistry still crackles, but this time you set the tempo. You have radiant olive skin, sleek dark-chestnut hair in a sharp chignon, cool hazel eyes, a tall poised figure in a tailored ivory power suit, crimson lips, an aura of composed dominance in a glass boardroom.