Chapter 3
Carter left with his companion.
The roar of the car’s engine was particularly loud in the night.
The butler sighed beside me: “Madam, why must you anger the master? You know he harbors resentment towards you.”
I picked up the ring at my feet and tossed it in the trash.
“Uncle Samuels, go about your business. Don’t worry about me.”
The butler sighed once more and left.
I went upstairs alone, changed out of the intricate and beautiful gown.
I put on a white tee, found my suitcase, and packed all my clothes from the clearly divided wardrobe into it.
Other couples who fight have to consider divorce agreements.
But my connection to Carter was so thin it amounted to nothing more than a pair of rings.
No one could have imagined that the Wedding of the Century, which had once captivated the entire city, had been between a bride and groom who
didn’t even have a marriage certificate.
I still remember what Carter said at the wedding.
“Only Rose’s name can be on my household registry. Anna Whitmore, you shouldn’t have married me.”
But what could I do?
I still married him, the man I had loved for seven years since my teenage years.
I thought that one day I could win his heart.
But in the end, I became the Mrs. Lockwood everyone saw as having the title but not the substance.
As I dragged my luggage out the door, the entire villa was eerily quiet.
It reminded me of that rainy night when Grandma first brought me here.
Thirteen–year–old Carter stood on the stairs, looking at me coldly.
But he turned and went to the kitchen.
He brought me a warm glass of milk.
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