LOGINDuring the dinner, Chloe felt invisible.The long dining table was filled with expensive dishes, polished silverware, and elegant laughter, yet none of it made her feel like she belonged. The conversation flowed naturally around the table, but somehow it always managed to pass over her.Richard and Lucien's father discussed business investments and upcoming projects. Evelyn happily joined Catherine in talking about luxury brands, social events, and influential families. Every topic seemed to revolve around wealth, status, and power.Even Lucien didn't utter a single word to Chloe.He sat beside her, yet it felt like they were worlds apart. His attention remained on his father as they spoke about business, his calm voice filling the room every now and then. Not once did he turn to ask Chloe if she was enjoying the meal or include her in the conversation.Amelia noticed everything.Every glance.Every silence.Whenever Catherine or Evelyn praised her, she accepted the compliments with a
“We're being invited to the Grey's family mansion for dinner,” Evelyn said excitedly as she informed her husband and daughter. There was obvious excitement in her voice, the kind that came whenever the Grey family was involved.“Just us?” Amelia asked, stopping halfway as she was about to chew a piece of fruit. She lowered it slowly, now paying full attention to what her mother was saying.“I'm sure she didn't invite Chloe,” she added with a smirk.“Actually it's a family dinner where everyone is invited, so Chloe would be coming with her husband,” Evelyn responded, not really caring whether Chloe was invited or not.“Oh, whatever. Then I'd finally get to ask how my dearest stepsister is doing,” Amelia laughed softly, her sarcasm impossible to miss.Evelyn turned to her husband with a curious look.“By the way, how is Chloe doing?”Before Richard could respond, Amelia spoke again.“I'm sure she's doing great now that she's married into a rich family,” she said, rolling her eyes.“Yeah
Lucien's phone buzzed on his desk in his office.He glanced at the screen, and saw his mother's name on it ‘why was she calling?’ he thought.He picked up."I want to have lunch with your wife," Catherine said on the other side of the phone before he could speak.Lucien leaned back in his chair. "Why?""Can't I have lunch with my daughter-in-law?"A pause. "I'll let her know."He ended the call and called his butler."Tell Mrs. Grey that my mother is expecting her at the Grey mansion for lunch. A driver will take her.""Yes sir."Chloe was by the window reading a book when the butler knocked on her door, “who is it?” She asked not looking away from the book she was reading. “It's me ma'am, Mr Grey told me to inform you that his mother wants to have lunch with you at the Grey's mansion.”She listened to the message, and wondered why his mother wants to see her. She pushed the thought and went to get ready.She didn't rush. She dressed simply, kept her makeup light, and clipped her moth
Lucien sat in his room, staring at nothing in particular. He hadn't slept again after he left her room. He'd come back here, sat on the edge of his bed, and stayed there.What was he thinking?That was the question that kept circling back, refusing to leave him alone. What exactly had he been thinking when he walked into her room last night? He'd been drunk, yes. But drunk men don't just wander into rooms. They go somewhere they want to go, even if they won't admit it the next morning.He pressed two fingers to his temple.He had called her Amelia.He said the name out loud in his head and felt something cold move through his chest. He hadn't even realized it until this morning when the fog of alcohol had lifted and the night had replayed itself in fragments. Her face. Her silence. The way she had stopped fighting at some point, not because she wanted to, but because she had no choice.And then he remembered.The sheets.He had seen it before he left. A faint blood stain on the white
Later that night Lucien who was still in the bar was already drunk.“That’s enough,” Caleb said as he took the wine glass from Lucien just as he was about to gulp another liquor down his throat.“Give me that,” Lucien said unsteadily, trying to grab the glass back, but instead he staggered slightly on his feet.“You’re drunk Lucien, and you need to go home before you’re shown on the news tomorrow,” Caleb told him firmly.“I don’t want to go back to where that woman is,” Lucien said, shaking his head as frustration and irritation mixed in his voice.“Then do you want to ruin your reputation and be on the headlines tomorrow?” Caleb asked him back.Lucien didn’t respond.That silence was enough answer for Caleb. He sighed and stepped closer, lifting Lucien slightly so he could lean on him.“Damn you’re heavy,” Caleb muttered as he helped him out of the bar.“Just shut up Caleb,” Lucien replied weakly.“My car is parked at the back, and don’t worry my driver is here,” Lucien added.Caleb
The drive to Lucien's penthouse was quiet.The silence inside the car felt uncomfortable, stretching endlessly between them. Chloe sat with her hands clasped tightly together on her lap, trying not to look nervous. Every now and then, she stole a glance at the man sitting beside her.Her husband.Just a few hours ago, she had been Chloe Carter. Now she was Chloe Grey.Yet the man she was married to looked as though he couldn't wait to get away from her.Lucien sat with his gaze fixed ahead, his expression unreadable. Not once since they left the courthouse had he looked at her. It was almost as if she wasn't there.Chloe swallowed hard and turned toward the window.The air inside the car suddenly felt heavy. She wanted nothing more than to lower the window and breathe.Slowly, she reached toward it."Don't touch anything."The cold voice broke the silence.Chloe immediately froze.Lucien wasn't even looking at her when he spoke.His eyes remained fixed ahead as though he was speaking







