Chapter 4

Chapter 4:
With that, he ended the call abruptly.
Belinda stared at her phone as the call disconnected, a knot forming in her throat.
With a heavy heart, she composed a final text to Lucas.
Then, she removed her SIM card and discarded it in the nearest bin.
She pocketed her phone and walked away without a backward glance.
Today was not just any day—it was her departure day for Chixdon.
Belinda made a vow to herself that once overseas, she would erase all memories of Lucas from her mind.
Three years had passed, and the ambiance at the Thomas family estate in Owathe was alive with excitement.
In the grand banquet hall, laughter and conversations mingled with the thick fragrance of perfumes. The Thomas family, one of the top four influential families in Owathe, wielded considerable power.
That evening, they celebrated the return of their family head’s goddaughter from overseas with a lavish banquet. The city’s elite had turned out in full force for the occasion.
“Lucas, isn’t it true that Belinda returned today as well?” Ryan Adams inquired from a corner of the room.
Hearing the question, Lucas paused for a moment, his fingers tightening around his wine glass. After a brief pause, he nodded to confirm the news, savoring a sip of wine.
Clad in a sharp dark blue suit, Lucas exuded an air of meticulous sophistication.
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“It’s about time!” Ryan exclaimed, turning to look at Verena, who stood next to Lucas. “That woman Lucas married should have been gone from his life long ago. Congratulations, Verena. It must be only a matter of time before you become Mrs. Clark.”
Verena responded with a slight smile, her voice gentle. “Being close to Lucas is what matters to me, not the title of his wife.” Despite her words, her intent gaze on Lucas spoke volumes about her true feelings, her expectation to marry him evident to all observers.
Lucas averted his eyes, his finger idly tapping his glass, remaining silent.
Catching Verena’s hopeful look, Ryan said, “Lucas clearly adores you, Verena. Once he is free from Belinda, he’ll no doubt make you his wife right away. Right, Lucas?”
Lucas remained unresponsive, seemingly lost in his own thoughts.
Verena’s lips parted as though she was about to speak, but the room’s attention was suddenly drawn elsewhere by a stir at the entrance.
All heads turned as the sound of clicking heels resonated across the marble floor, echoing with the heartbeat of the crowd.
A striking figure in a fiery red gown appeared.
The gown had a deep V-neck and shimmering sequins, with a fishtail hem that danced as the woman walked.
Her presence was undeniably magnetic, her figure flawless.
Her refined features were framed by bright eyes, their charm enhanced by dark eyeliner.
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