Chasing What Can't Be Had
On the day of my ninth wedding attempt, my fiancé, Lucas Yearwood, leaves me jilted again.
This time, I follow him. I see him holding his adoptive sister's hand as they walk into the obstetrics department.
"Lucas, I dreamed that we're having a boy—he's definitely going to be as handsome as you."
Watching the two of them laugh and chat like that, I feel my blood freeze.
After I chased Lucas for seven years, I got a chance to use a debt of gratitude to force a marriage contract out of him.
I backed him into a corner to make him marry me.
Everyone thinks I can't survive without him. But this time, I hand the marriage contract back and leave him without looking back.
On my wedding day, he