Chapter 5

So it wasn't lost—it was just given to someone else.

Tanya removed the cross, her eyes suddenly reddening.

"Lucas, this cross is too heavy. Whenever I wear it, I feel uncomfortable all over. Could it be because of this that I had an accident as soon as I came back?"

Lucas took the cross, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.

Then he pulled out a box from his pocket. Inside was a sapphire necklace—I recognized it as the Walker family heirloom necklace.

More expensive than my cross.

Lucas leaned forward to help Tanya put on the new one, casually tossing the old one in the trash.

"That cheap thing doesn't suit you."

The two embraced and kissed. Tanya suddenly opened her eyes and looked at me provocatively.

The last thread in my mind suddenly snapped.

I'd thought I was already mentally prepared.

But actually seeing this scene, my heart still couldn't help aching.

A pinned message suddenly popped up from Lucas.

I smiled bitterly, glancing at the embracing couple in the room.

I only replied with a few brief words:

"Lucas, let's break up."

For five or six days straight, Lucas didn't come home.

Tanya updated her feed daily.

Lucas had taken her to the world's first amusement park.

The two embraced in a high-rise river-view room, the window reflecting ambiguous marks on their bodies.

Over these days, I slowly packed my things, only to discover that everything I owned didn't even fill half a suitcase.

After gathering my documents, I threw the wedding photo from the bedside into the trash.

Perhaps I should be grateful Lucas kept putting off registering our marriage.

He said he wanted to wait until he could truly stand, then we'd go.

Now there was no need.

After sending the landlord a text about terminating the lease, I headed to the airport.

The private jet's engine roared through the sky.

Dozens of bodyguards stood in two rows, bowing to me simultaneously, their voices deafening.

"Welcome home, Miss!"

After five years, I'd almost forgotten I was the Su family heir.

I never told Lucas about my identity—at first I just felt it wasn't necessary.

Now it seemed fair.

We'd both been deceiving each other all along.

These past days Lucas had been with Tanya, but remained distracted, constantly checking his phone for messages from me.

Lucas hadn't missed that breakup text—he was just certain I was throwing a tantrum.

"Lucas, do you still want the stuff in the house? If not, I'm throwing it out. The new tenant is moving in."

Lucas's heart suddenly panicked.

"What new tenant? Where's my girlfriend?"