“I’ll decide for her. The two of you should get a divorce!”
Lucian held my sister’s hands tightly, tears streaming down his face, utterly determined.
“I won’t leave Selene. Even if I die, I won’t.”
He chose to stay, without hesitation.
In his youthful passion, I was moved by Lucian’s unwavering devotion to my sister and I gave him full inheritance of her company.
Vivienne was wracked with guilt, shutting herself in her room and drowning in drink and despair.
Until Lucian kicked open the door and poured a bucket of cold water over her head.
“If you want to honor Selene, then take care of her company and this family properly.”
From that day on, Vivienne seemed like a different person.
She also joined my sister’s company and took on the responsibility of looking after us.
At that time, I was drowning in grief and uncertainty about the future.
Vivienne’s companionship and support became my only lifeline.
She and I registered our marriage, swearing by my sister’s bedside that we would care for her for life.
Vivienne’s phone rang, breaking my reverie.
It seemed eager to escape the grip of the past and Lucian’s words suddenly became unusually numerous.