Destiny Picked a Better Man
On my twentieth birthday, my parents placed a stack of photos in front of me—eligible bachelors from elite families all over the country—and told me to pick one for an arranged marriage.
I told my dad to leave it to fate and draw lots.
In my past life, I had chosen without hesitation the man I’d long admired: Lucas Whitmore, the most eligible bachelor of Astor Hill's elites.
But after we got married, I found out the truth.
His first love—the girl he had always held dear, Claire Monroe—was devastated by our marriage. One night, heartbroken, she went out drinking and was assaulted by a group of thugs.
Claire attempted suicide three times after that.
And Lucas blamed it all on me.
He han