In the evening, Lucas Yearwood returned home carrying a bouquet of nearly wilted roses."Viv, I bought these roses especially for you. Do you like them?" he asked.I didn't even look up. I clutched the marriage contract I had once traded my life for as I sat—soaked—on the edge of the bed, my mind filled with the scene I had just witnessed at the hospital.He had also given roses to Anna Carter. Hers were fresher and more beautiful than mine. Lucas grew angry when he saw no reaction from me."Viv, I had to leave abruptly because Anna was attempting to commit suicide by cutting her wrists. If it were you, you wouldn't leave someone to die either, would you?"I responded numbly, "Of course, we should save her..."After all, it would have been two lives lost.Seeing my docile response, Lucas raised his thick eyebrows and smirked. In a patronizing tone, he said, "Just keep being obedient like this. Look, I even bought you your favorite roses."We had held a wedding ceremony nine tim
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