– Lucas missed my art exhibition for the 57th time in our four-year relationship. He said there was an urgent meeting at work and promised to Come next time. I was about to say it was fine when I spotted him across the street in a new dessert shop. His young intern was holding an ice cream cone-one with a lipstick mark-up to his lips.
Lucas was a germaphobe. He never ate sweets, not even when he was with me. But in the next second, he took a bite without hesitation. The intern’s sugary voice drifted over. “Lucas, you didn’t go to Madison’s art show. Wont she be mad?” “Mad about what?” Lucas scoffed, slipping an arm around her waist. “Her paintings are stiff and boring.” “Nothing compared to my lively little intern.” Lucas had promised to propose on my birthday this year. I glanced at the calendar-three days left. But I no longer wanted to marry him.
Rumors said that Lucas married an unattractive woman with no background. In the three years they were together, he remained cold and distant to Belinda, who endured in silence. Her love for him forced her to sacrifice her self-worth and her dreams. When Lucas' true love reappeared, Belinda realized that their marriage was a sham from the start, a ploy to save another woman's life. She signed the divorce papers and left. Three years later, Belinda returned as a surgical prodigy and a maestro of the piano. Lost in regret, Lucas chased her in the rain and held her tightly. "You are mine, Belinda."
