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 calls me. "Viv! Where are you right now?"
I'm in the shower. My new husband picks up the call for me. "Do you have business with my wife?"
Later, I hear Lucas turned all of Riverville upside down, digging through every trash can to find our marriage contract.