Chasing What Can't Be Had

On the day of my ninth wedding attempt, my fiancé, Lucas Yearwood, leaves me jilted again.

This time, I follow him. I see him holding his adoptive sister's hand as they walk into the obstetrics department.

"Lucas, I dreamed that we're having a boy—he's definitely going to be as handsome as you."

Watching the two of them laugh and chat like that, I feel my blood freeze.

After I chased Lucas for seven years, I got a chance to use a debt of gratitude to force a marriage contract out of him.

I backed him into a corner to make him marry me.

Everyone thinks I can't survive without him. But this time, I hand the marriage contract back and leave him without looking back.

On my wedding day, he calls me. "Viv! Where are you right now?"

I'm in the shower. My new husband picks up the call for me. "Do you have business with my wife?"

Later, I hear Lucas turned all of Riverville upside down, digging through every trash can to find our marriage contract.

In the evening, Lucas Yearwood returned home carrying a bouquet of nearly wilted roses.

"Viv, I bought these roses especially for you. Do you like them?" he asked.

I didn't even look up. I clutched the marriage contract I had once traded my life for as I sat—soaked—on the edge of the bed, my mind filled with the scene I had just witnessed at the hospital.

He had also given roses to Anna Carter. Hers were fresher and more beautiful than mine. Lucas grew angry when he saw no reaction from me.

"Viv, I had to leave abruptly because Anna was attempting to commit suicide by cutting her wrists. If it were you, you wouldn't leave someone to die either, would you?"

I responded numbly, "Of course, we should save her..."

After all, it would have been two lives lost.

Seeing my docile response, Lucas raised his thick eyebrows and smirked. In a patronizing tone, he said, "Just keep being obedient like this. Look, I even bought you your favorite roses."

We had held a wedding ceremony nine times, but each attempt ended in failure because of Lucas' so-called adopted sister. Yet each time, Lucas won me back with a bouquet of roses.

He didn't know that roses were Anna's favorite, not mine. I loved him, so I loved everything he gave me. But now...

"I'll put the roses in the vase..." Before he could finish speaking, I caught the scent of Anna's perfume on him. I then noticed the lipstick mark on his shirt collar.

Perhaps it was from having been caught in the rain, combined with the shock, but my head spun, and I suddenly felt nauseous. I rushed to the bathroom and began vomiting.

Lucas' smile froze when he saw my pale face. He rushed in and patted my back. "What's wrong? You're burning up. Should I take you to the hospital?"

Just as he was about to say