Seeing Lucas, I nearly collapsed in relief, rushing into his arms.
"This too-late act is worthless," Lucas sneered, holding me tight.
"Maybe you belong in the juvenile detention center yourself. First you were terrified she'd love you. Now you're groveling for her attention. How low will you stoop?"
Dylan staggered to his feet, his figure looking broken. When he saw me pulling Lucas back, he froze.
Then he sent me a message. I looked down—it was a transfer of all his assets.
"I could buy you ten times over," Lucas scoffed.
Dylan acted deaf, murmuring, "For your new life."
Without hesitation, he grabbed the knife from the floor and stabbed himself in the heart.
Lucas had someone rush Dylan to the hospital. The wedding proceeded without a hitch.
That night, Lucas kept me up late, st
