Home wrecking [Ezra&Vivienne]

"Did you do it on purpose just to hurt me?" Ezra asks, not looking up from his glass of bourbon. "Fucking Coda, knowing they are married to... my coworker?""Your coworker?" Vivienne snorts. "So that's all they are? Your coworker?"No. "Of course that's all they are, Vivienne, Jesus.""So let me get this straight. They're 'just your coworker,' and yet you think me fucking their spouse -who came onto me, by the way- was all a grand plot just to hurt you?"Ezra doesn't answer. Can't.Vivienne sighs. "No, Ezra, I didn't know Coda was married, let alone to... them. I was alone at a bar on our anniversary, not just some jealous bitch getting back at her straying fiancé.""Straying? I haven't done anything.""Not physically, maybe. Not yet. But you want to. Everyone can see it - how much that home wrecking piece of shit gets you ha-"Ezra stands, barstool skittering before toppling. "Fuck you, Vivienne. If anyone should be called that, it's you."Vivienne's smirk says it all. That her bait was well laid. That he fell face-first into her trap. "And there it is. I don't think I've ever seen so much emotion from you. Certainly not for me."Ezra swallows hard. "We're done here. Get out."Vivienne doesn't say anything else - she doesn't have to. She's already packed. She's already wearing her coat. She just slips out of the kitchen, out of the condo, and out of his life.Her copy of the condo key glints on the marble countertop in front of him.So does her engagement ring.