Lately, Beauty kept seeing herself splashed across news headlines—standing beside Lucas in elegant evening gowns, the epitome of grace.
She became the center of attention, though she doubted anyone truly remembered her face.
Merely standing next to Lucas was enough to make any woman the target of envy.
She half-expected someone to throw acid at her on the street one day.
Then, a thought struck her.
If Lucas had been married before, there must be some trace of it online.
A man like him would have had the most extravagant wedding in all of the Country.
She grabbed her laptop, fingers flying across the keyboard as she typed his name.
Page after page of news articles appeared, but even after scrolling back five years, she found nothing about a deceased ex-wife.
A secret marriage, perhaps?
A man like him would surely keep his private life under wraps to protect his family and the woman he loved.
With a sigh, she shut the laptop, disappointment settling in.
