Becky was waiting to hear that he was joking. She hoped Lucas would laugh and tell everyone it was just a prank. But no words came. He just went back to his chair, sipping his wine, with a calm smile on his lips.
Her whole body shook as Mrs. Judge’s voice suddenly broke the silence, making the night even worse.
“Oh, finally. The charade of marriage is over. Thanks for the dinner, son. I need to go back home to my husband.”
Mrs. Judge stood up without hesitation, leaned over, and pecked Lucas on the cheek before heading for the door. She didn’t even spare Becky a glance.
One by one, the rest of the guests left. Becky’s so-called friends, who had been giggling and admiring her outfit minutes ago, now whispered among themselves as they excused themselves, pretending to be polite.
Becky
