re

na," Lucien scolded in t

ually, he'd ask us to ride together so we'd look close and harmo

le," I retorted sharply, caus

er, too. She's alway

they were seeing ea

y chest. I opened the car door and immediately pressed

ncredibly difficult. I had two presentations to finis

the click-clack of stilettos echoed

een, widening instantly at t

he greeted me i

ul. Her red hair flowed freely in a feminine style. Her o

th a sarcastic smile. Without asking permission

?" I asked after saving Lu

put off. My eyes were fi

's the mentality of a servant. You're Lucien's wife, but your behavior i

erformance. That's why Lucien is a good mat

mewrecker, Serena. If I hadn't left,

nt. My jaw tigh

he orphanage, do you think we can share Lucien?" s

ked me to marry him," I as

red by that old geezer Alber

pped, unable to accept he

. If he weren't here, you'd be ruined,"

lly mine," she threatened, brushing aside the pho

my office

u crying?" Lucien's voice sounded

hat the woman's eyes were

really w

gether. She'd pretend to cry and report the behavior of other kids who supposedly tormented

d. In the blink of an eye, she'd a

od best friend in a long time. Turns out, Serena doesn't think

, anger and disappo

was just reacting to what s

you? You're so mean

Luce. Don't be mad at Serena. Ouch, Luce, my head hur

ply. Comes back? Wha

round Camille's shoulders. "Come

st go to my apartment. It'll go away i

amille toward the door. Leav

*

e out of the printer. I read i

etter of re

e papers. I approved them. All that remained was

rry, A

ou'd loved so dearly-choos

ll wanted to live, I wanted to be happy. And stayin

Lucien, he would surely rej

a way to get h

y lip. A smile suddenly

s he had to sign. I deliberately piled

ack of papers, Lucien's

s many documents. Now I don't have

act renewal. I've already reviewed them as usual. You tru

been missing lately. There was a sparkle in his eyes, b

ka

igning eac

. My sweaty hands gri

on letter, Lucien's hand pau

o

-hurry up. A client is waiting for that c

s finally etched

e

my freedom: the divorce peti