Chapter 3

My relationship with Lucas was an accident.

Years ago, my father, for the sake of a business deal, deliberately drugged me and sent me to the bed of a 50-year-old coal tycoon.

After escaping with all my strength, I accidentally stumbled into Lucas's room, where we ended up having sex.

This scene was caught by the media and became trending news. My parents, of course, wouldn't miss this opportunity to climb the social ladder. My father deliberately used the pressure from public opinion, and in the end, Lucas and I were forced to get married.

Although he was like those pampered rich boys, arrogant and unruly, I thought this marriage was just a forced arrangement, maintaining only appearances, and would eventually end in divorce.

When did things start to change? Perhaps it was the first time he stood up for me against his parents, shielding me like a protective lion.

"She's the wife of the Gray family. If you want to give her a hard time, you'll have to go through me first," he had said coldly.

He would cancel all his appointments on my birthday to personally bake me a cake.

He once rented hundreds of drones to form my name in the sky, lighting up fireworks across the entire city for a whole night.

He took me on a motorcycle trip around the entire Northwest.

Once, when I mentioned craving chestnuts, he made a special hour-long detour just to buy some for me.

Although our relationship didn't have a good start, it didn't prevent us from enjoying a happy married life afterward.

I thought our relationship would continue like this.

But when did things change?

I guess it was the day his childhood sweetheart returned from America after her divorce.

That day, we had planned to attend a concert together. He stood me up. I waited stupidly in the cold wind for three hours until the concert ended, but he never showed up. It was the first time he had broken a promise since we got married.

Later, I found out from online photos that he had gone to pick up his first love.

After that, his first love would always "coincidentally" appear wherever we went - friend gatherings, movie nights, and so on.

At first, I would question him, but he would always laugh it off carelessly, saying, "We're just friends."

Eventually, I got used to it, even became numb to it.

I even started counting down the days of our marriage.