I followed him silently to the clothing store. As soon as we walked in, they recognized him, and the staff swarmed around like an army.
“Welcome, Mr. Wilson,” the store manager said, giving me a sideways glance. If she didn’t remember me from our wedding photos, she definitely didn’t know I was his ex-wife. She probably thought I was one of Lucian’s many girlfriends.
Who knew how many women Lucian had brought here? The last time I saw him in the tabloids, he was with a blonde. The thought of him with that woman while a camera captured the moment still boiled my blood.
“We need to quickly find a dress for my wife,” Lucian said.
The manager smiled and gestured toward the women’s section. “Of course, Mr. Wilson. I’ll show you a few options right away. Do you have a particular style in mi
