Young Master Lucien’s Bride
Lucien's POV
I watched her car drive away from the sidewalk through my tinted windows, three cars behind her. She was crying.
Even from this far, I could see her shoulders shaking against the glass, and it felt like something was squeezing my throat, making it hard to breathe.
I hated watching her cry. I hated that I was the reason.
"Sir? We should go to the courthouse now. The press is already there," Arthur, my butler, said quietly from the front seat. He was the only person who knew the real me, not the monster everyone else saw.