Chapter 4

The wedding reception was simple—no emcee, no fancy rituals.

Lucas's mom, gentle as ever, took my hand and said, "Good girl, from now on, this is your home."

I felt a lump in my throat, almost on the verge of tears.

During the toasts, Lucas kept stepping in front of me, drinking glass after glass for my sake.

His friends joked, "The groom's really happy today," but he just smiled, then turned to look at me, his gaze tender as a pool of water.

After a few rounds of drinks, I got up to use the restroom.

When I came…