Chapter 2

Lucas and I met at work.

He's my boss, originally from a rural background, graduated from a prestigious university, and climbed his way up to the middle class through his own abilities and skills.

I've already met his parents, and they really like me. They said I looked like a good, well-behaved girl at first glance, perfect for marriage and family life. Lucas didn't say anything at the time because his reason for choosing me was also that I was suitable for marriage and family life.

I sent Vanessa a photo of Lucas and me, explaining—

"We met six months ago. I wanted to wait until our relationship was stable before introducing him to you. We're about to get engaged."

The photo was taken at a company event. Lucas was wearing a white shirt, looking handsome and reserved.

He looked like the male lead in a campus drama, touched by sunlight and the scent of fresh grass.

Vanessa teased languidly, "Hiding such a catch, afraid I'd find out?"

I laughed, "Don't joke around. He's my fiancé, we're about to get married. You wouldn't go after him, would you?"

Lucas bought a three-bedroom apartment in the city, with a down payment of several hundred thousand dollars, and he's still paying off the mortgage.

Since we're about to get married, we moved in together.

Now that Vanessa was coming, I naturally had to let him know first.

When he heard Vanessa was coming to stay, Lucas seemed a bit annoyed: "Vanessa? That wild friend of yours?"

Vanessa's love for partying was well-known in our friend circle.

Lucas used to always tell me to cut ties with Vanessa, saying he didn't want me to have a "party girl" as a best friend.

I could only coax him, saying, "Vanessa might be wild when it comes to relationships, but she's been really good to me. I don't care what others say about her, I can't be ungrateful and let her down. If her husband doesn't mind her partying, what can we say as outsiders?"

Lucas drove to pick up Vanessa, but it wasn't necessary.

Vanessa had her own car, a Maserati worth hundreds of thousands of dollars. She had several in her underground garage and chose whichever one she felt like driving.

She even took a photo of Lucas next to her car and sent it to me. Seeing that photo, my heart skipped a beat.

Vanessa's way of showing interest in a man was simple: she'd shower him with money and resources, as if seeing a man covered in things she bought was a way of claiming ownership. That mentality was more like decorating a trophy with luxurious and exquisite things.

Had she... really set her sights on Lucas?