Chapter 68

Later on, the clothes in my wardrobe essentially turned into display pieces. I also completely lost any chance to mingle with Lucas and Roxanne's group of friends. Even after I got married, I didn't want anything to do with them. Every time I saw them, those vague, mocking glances would haunt me. I knew that Lucas' friends much preferred being around Roxanne. In their eyes, Roxanne was the true heiress of the Miller family, while I was just some bumpkin who had forced my way in. But in reality, I was the one my parents had given birth to from the start. Even pulling myself out of those memories was a struggle. It felt like I had just swum out of a raging torrent, gasping for air as I leaned against the couch. After I calmed down, I turned to look at Lucas. He was already complaining to his friends. There weren't that many people here that day. The four that were there were his closest buddies. "What are you up to today? You don't look too happy," someone asked as soon as Lucas dow