Chapter 12

Lucas watched me get out of Ethan's car, his eyes narrowing with a hint of hostility.

As the car drove away, Lucas walked up to me.

"So you've decided to marry him?" he asked.

"He's handsome, rich, well-behaved in social circles, no scandals. Why shouldn't I marry him?" I replied.

"But..." he started to say something before trailing off.

Looking a bit flustered and angry, he finally blurted out:

"Are you sure you like him?"

"In our social circles, how many marriages are actually based on liking someone?" I shrugged. "He's a very suitable match."

Lucas's eyes widened. "But he can't possibly be better than the two of us..."

"Lucas!" I cut him off coldly. "I'm getting married. Don't say things that could be misunderstood."

With that, I walked towards the house without waiting for him.

To be honest, even after being reborn, I still couldn't figure out Lucas's attitude towards me.

When things were good between us, he was incredibly nice. He once scoured small towns across Northern Europe just to buy me a necklace I wanted.

But when things were bad, they were pretty bad. To this day, he still can't remember my birthday.

In my past life, I had suggested we get married. He refused, saying he wanted to play the field for a few more years.

Then while building a snowman in St. Petersburg, he fell in love at first sight with a sweet, innocent girl. They got married and had a child in less than three months.

His wife was very wary of my existence, so I tactfully kept my distance and didn't contact him.

Little did I know that would be our final goodbye.

Lucas must have felt at least a little sad when he heard news of my death.

After all, when his dad and stepmom slapped him over his little brother, I was the one who sat with him on the roof terrace all night, counting stars.

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