Secrets after I do, a lawyers revenge

THIRD PERSON'S POV“Ma’am, where to? The office or home?” Clinton, Lucy's personal driver asked after he picked Lucy up from the airport.Lucy raised her head from her laptop. 'Normally I would have gone to the office first, but ughhh, I haven't been home for days now. And I have missed my husband so much.” She smiled a little. “Home, please.” She said, excitement coating her voice.“I hope one day to find a woman that loves me as much as you love your fiancé.” Clinton smiled back from the front mirror. “Home it is.” He said and turned the ignition.As the rain softly patted on the car, Lucy couldn't help but remember how far she had come with her husband, Logan. Just last year she finally got them a perfect apartment and settled all their financial debt. Everyone told her she was making a mistake, but she never faltered. And when he finally proposed last year, everyone ate their own words. The rain reminded her of the day he proposed and the joy she felt as they danced under the rain

THIRD PERSON'S POV“I knew I heard the door open.” Logan said as he made his way down the staircase smiling.Her skin crawled at the fake smile. “How could he smile at me like that after being with another woman last night?” Lucy thought to herself.His forehead creased. “Why do you look like that? Did something happen?” He asked with concern.Lucy wanted to scream at his face and tell him to drop the pretence. But she closed her eyes and swallowed the words. "No, it's nothing like that. I had a minor accident, and I am just tired.” She replied instead.“An accident?” He yelled in shock, his eyes widening. He walked closer and hugged her. She almost barfed at the contact, but she pushed down the bile rising in her throat. And rather took a step back. “You must really be tired. I know how tough it is for you to make money for the both of us. I am the man in this relationship, and I should be taking care of you, but I am such a disappointment.” He said sadly.Normally in this kind of si

THIRD PERSON’S POV Ethan fixed his eyes on Lucy, his eyes unwavering and unblinking. Lucy didn't want to look away, but after a while it got weird. She looked away and breathed out heavily. “What is this? A staring competition?” She thought to herself.Ethan smirked. “What would you like to order?” he asked.“I am okay with what I am having right now.” She crossed her legs and sat up properly. “I didn't come here to eat; we both know that. So why don't we skip to what brought us here?” Ethan chuckled softly. “You are just like they all say.” He muttered under his breath.Lucy's eyes narrowed. “What was that?” She replied sharply.Ethan's lips curled up in a small smile. “Ohh, it's nothing,” he replied. “I haven't had anything to eat today, so I would like to order something if you do not mind.” Lucy nodded. “Go ahead.” She replied.Ethan made his order, and while they waited, they sat in an uncomfortable silence. Soon the server appeared with the food. He dropped Ethan's order in f

THIRD PERSON'S POVLucy hailed a cab and got in. She laid her head on the headrest and closed her eyes. Her life was literally taking a weird turn and spiralling out of her control.She opened her eyes and lowered the window, watching the streetlights pouring their light into the dark road. Her mind filled with thoughts of what her life has become. Just a few days back she could have sworn that she had married the best man. But one night broke everything she thought she knew, and now a strange man shows up. Arrogant yet intriguing.“How does he know everything about me?” Lucy thought to herself. “Who is that interested in another’s life?” She questioned herself.None of what happened at that dinner made sense. Granted, she had saved his life in the past, but what he has already done was enough. He invested in her firm, got her deals she didn't even know about and even saved her life. And now he wants to help her get revenge? She shook her head, the thoughts almost drowning her mind.A

THIRD PERSON'S POVLucy stared at her reflection in the office mirror. Inspecting the damage on her face and how well her makeup covered it up. Her fingers tightened around the edge of the sink in anger until her knuckles turned white. The bruise may have been covered by the make-up, but she still felt the sting of the slap, and the sound still echoed in her ears.“If we are to win this battle, then we have to make some changes first. We cannot have an enemy in your circle and expect to win a battle.” She muttered to herself. She breathed out heavily and walked out of the restroom with purposeful steps, her shoulders straightened and her mind clear. She entered her office, sat on her chair and pressed the intercom connecting her to her assistant.“Stella?” Lucy's voice crackled over the intercom. Firm and steady, unlike the way she felt inside.“Yes, ma’am. What can I help you with, ma’am?” Stella answered.“Tell Caramel to come to my office once she is back from her lunch break. And