Hearing his words, Anna could no longer hold back her tears. They spilled freely as she clutched the necklace she had thought was lost forever.
Lucas, finally snapping out of his shock, glared at Victor in disbelief before turning to Anna. His face twisted with a mix of hatred and unease.
"Anna Sullivan," he spat. "You gave up our wedding for this cripple? Do you even know who he is?"
The word "cripple" cut through Anna like a blade, hurting more than any insult hurled at her. She stepped forward, positioning herself between Victor and Lucas, her voice steady and resolute.
"I don't care who he is. All I need to know is that he's my husband. And..." She took a deep breath, fixing Lucas with a cold stare. "Apologize!"
Lucas's eyes widened in disbelief as he pointed to himself. "Are you
