[Fenrick]
It had been three days since the fiasco with Marielle, and the drama she'd stirred refused to pass. Every time the backlash toward Lucien and his so-called secret wife began to settle, Marielle would make a new video—her face perfectly lit, a faint bruise darkening her eye, voice soft and honeyed as she updated her followers on her "healing journey." She never said Lucien's name outright, but the implication was always there.
I couldn't understand what Lucien had ever seen in her. Even when he'd had all his memories intact, he'd been clear about it: it had been one night, protection had been used, and the pregnancy had come as a shock to everyone. Including him. He hadn't lied, hadn't sugarcoated anything for our benefit. If Raye didn't resemble him so unmistakably—those eyes i
