He had money for investments and charity, but none to rescue his fiancée.
He had time for receptions and interviews, but none to save his fiancée.
He basked in praise and applause, while I endured humiliation and torture in the hands of a monster.
I stood there, naked and stunned, like a misplaced clown.
I let everyone take in my dripping wounds.
In that moment, every spotlight fell on me.
Lucas’s face immediately darkened.
He didn’t ask if I was in pain, didn’t care what I had gone through.
He only said one sentence:
“Wendy Carter, what are you doing?”
Making a scene? Making a scene?
So all the pain and torture I suffered,
in his eyes, it was just a pointless tantrum to seek attention.
So my blood and wounds
were less important to him than dust on the ground.
I rushed to him, crying, asking why he hadn’t saved me.
“Why, why?”
“I’m your fiancée, your childhood sweetheart, your lifelong partner…”
“I’m pregnant…”
Before I could finish, Lucas cut me off without mercy.
He pushed my hand away in front of everyone.
He looked at me with a heavy, complicated expression.
“Sophie, why can’t you learn your lesson!”