Eight

Martha

It seemed surreal, like I was watching a movie. Seeing those photos jolted something in me, that made it seem like I was having an out-of-body experience. It was very unreasonable and heartbreaking to me, not because I was so in love with Lucian, but because he was a self-centered, egotistical maniac that I had to put up with.

"I can't believe he's comfortable living with all these lies," I muttered angrily.

I regret the day I said yes to marrying Lucian. I was blinded by attraction and infatuation, unable to see his true colors. He pretended to care, but it was all about sex. Naively, I thought it was love, not realizing it was just a physical connection between us.

“Luna, what would you like for dinner?” One of the maids, Val, came in with courtesy as she asked me.

“Get started on some cheesecake for Star. I would like a light casserole with some baguettes on the side and for dessert, chocolate cake?” I said, not quite focused on the order I was giving, but Val seemed to g