Chapter 9

Lucas' POV

I had never seen Tracey walking like that when she got out.

She has always walked in a very lady-like way, but on that day, she was almost staggering.

Is she drunk?

No way. I used to see her drinking with her bride's maids on our wedding night. Everyone ended up being drunk, but somehow she was the only one who remained sober.

That woman is a walking miracle.

I didn't know what had happened to me, but being stuck in this suffocating VVIP lounge, I felt particularly missing her.

I missed her slim figure. Who could ever believe that she had pushed a baby out of such a tiny body?

I missed her beautiful green eyes. They were always full of witty sparkles and only occasionally filled with anger or tears because of me.

She was angry because of me. She cried for me. For me and only me.

I used to own that woman. She was completely mine. What kind of idiot am I to let such a perfect woman run away from me? I really wished I could hold her in my arms and rip off her clothes, and...

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