My consciousness continued to drift, but the moment I heard those words, it snapped back.
He would rather wait for my death than believe me, not even once.
I forced a bitter smile and it wasn’t until tears began to fall that I finally closed my eyes.
I was so tired. Living was so exhausting and loving someone who didn't love me was even more tiring.
But Lucian, if he knew that the person he loved would rather fake her death to escape, would he regret how he treated me?
Lucian and I grew up together as childhood friends, but my feelings for him could never be seen in the light.
The man who never showed interest in women fell in love with my roommate, Astrid, during our first year of university.
She was a gentle and beautiful girl, like a white rose.
The year we graduated, Astrid suddenly came to me, telling me she no longer loved Lucian and was planning to leave for overseas with her first love.
To spare Lucian’s feelings, she asked me to help her put on an act. What I didn’t expect was that this act would trap Lucian for ten years.
Over those ten years, the Aldridge Family fell apart and my mother, seeking protection from the Prescott Family, drugged Lucian’s drink and sent me to his bed.