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 handed over my family’s fortune to Claire, draining every last cent from the Meyers.
In the end, Lucas even helped her cut the brake lines on our car.
My parents and I died in that crash.
Now that I’d been given a second chance at life, the name I drew was Liam Morgan—the reclusive heir from Orchard Valley, known for shunning the world and dedicating himself to Buddhism.
But when I showed up arm-in-arm with Liam at our engagement party, Lucas lost his mind.