Chapter 2

"Luther, you must've been unhappy these couple of years, right? I know you don't love her. Let's meet tonight. I miss you." Even as the screen dimmed, Grace couldn't snap back to reality. She took a cab to Luther's company. She looked out the window at the seemingly never-ending drizzle on the journey. Luther didn't like her visiting his company, so she would take the back elevator whenever she went. Luther's assistant, Jamie Gray, greeted her, "Ms. Mitchell." No one around Luther treated her like his wife. She was nothing but a shameful existence to him. When Luther saw Grace delivering his phone to him, he frowned slightly. She always did this. Whether it was a meal, a document, a cloth, or an umbrella, she'd bring anything he left behind. "I told you before, there's no need to bring things to me personally." For a moment, Grace froze. "I'm sorry, I forgot." She didn't know when her memory deteriorated so badly. Maybe Casey's words scared her too much. She was afraid he would disappear unexpectedly. As she was departing, Grace couldn't help but question, "Luther, do you still like Casey?" Luther found her behavior a bit out of the ordinary lately. Not only was she forgetful, but she also asked strange questions. In his opinion, someone like her didn't deserve to be his wife. Irritated, he replied, "If you're too free, find something to do." In the end, she didn't get an answer from him. Grace had previously tried to work, but the elders of the Harrison family objected, claiming that it would bring shame to the family. Elsa Larsen, Luther's mother, once bluntly asked her, "Do you want everyone to know that Luther married a disabled wife with hearing problems?" When Grace returned home, she tried to keep herself occupied. Even though the house was already clean, she couldn't stop cleaning. Only through this did she discover a sense of her value. Luther didn't send any messages that afternoon. Typically, this indicated that he was either upset or too busy. Night fell, and she couldn't sleep. Suddenly, her phone rang urgently by the bedside. It rang for a while before she noticed it and answered the call. It was an unfamiliar number. The voice on the other end was sweet and filled Grace with dread. It was none other than Casey. "It's Grace, right? Luther is drunk. Can you come pick him up?" … At Millionaire Club, Luther sat on the main seat, drinking distractedly. Meanwhile, Casey was surrounded by wealthy heirs who urged her to sing. "Casey, didn't you come back to win over Mr. Harrison? Sing a song and confess to him!" With her charming appearance and easygoing personality, Casey was a favorite among the wealthy heirs. In addition, she was Luther's first love, and everyone was eager to see them together. Despite their urging, Casey wasn't bothered at all. She chose a love song and sang confidently. Her voice was soft and melodic, captivating everyone in the room. When Grace arrived at the private room, Casey had just finished singing. The crowd was egging on Luther, especially his best friend, Elijah Kent. "Luther, you've waited three years for Casey. Now that she's back, you should say something! She has already confessed to you!" Upon hearing his words, Grace froze at the entrance, and her hands clenched tightly. Just then, a man opened the door to go to the restroom. He halted in surprise when he saw her. "Ms. Mitchell." The mere mention of her name made everyone turn to look at her. An awkward silence filled the room. Grace's gaze fell on Luther at the table. His eyes were clear, and he obviously wasn't drunk at all. At that moment, she knew Casey had tricked her. Meanwhile, Luther's pupils darkened when he saw her. Elijah and the others, who had been encouraging him to accept Casey's confession, all had uneasy looks on their faces. This wasn't a place Grace should've come to. "Grace, don't misunderstand. Elijah was only kidding. Luther and I are just friends now." Casey was the first to break the silence. Before Grace could answer, Luther stood up impatiently and stated, "There's no need to explain anything to her." With that, he strode to Grace and asked, "What are you doing here?" "I thought you were drunk, so I came to take you home," she answered honestly. He sneered, "I guess you didn't listen to a word I said today." Then, Luther lowered his voice so that only both of them could hear. "Do you think that after three years, everyone has forgotten how the Mitchell family tricked me into this marriage? Are you here to remind them of that?" When Grace heard this, her body froze instantly. His eyes were icy as he said, "Don't create a scene to catch people's attention. Your actions will only make me dislike you more!" After he was done speaking, he turned and left her alone. As she watched his tall figure walk away, Grace stood rooted on the spot, unable to recover. Today was probably the day Luther had spoken the most to her, and every word he said had cut her deeply. The wealthy heirs in the room looked at Grace with little sympathy. Elijah didn't try to disguise his displeasure as he praised Casey, "Casey, you're such a kind person. But there's no use in explaining. If Grace hadn't tricked Luther, he would've married you, and you wouldn't have had to travel overseas and suffer alone." Though Grace's ears were buzzing, she could hear everything well. However, she understood better than everyone else that even if Luther hadn't married her, he wouldn't have chosen Casey, who did not come from a prominent family background. Casey was well aware of this, so she stopped her pursuits and traveled abroad. How did everything become Grace's fault in the end? When Grace returned to Websmith Residence, it was dark and quiet as usual. Nothing had changed in the house. Luther hadn't returned home. Grace stood before the door and held her umbrella, feeling as if the darkness was closing in around her. Suddenly, she didn't want to enter this home where she was always alone. So, she sat in the pavilion outside, facing the cold wind and dreary rain. Grace didn't know how long she sat there before a graceful figure appeared in front of her. It was Casey, dressed gracefully and wearing heels. She walked over and sat beside her. "It's so cold tonight. How does it feel to be mocked by Luther after going to him in the middle of the night?" Grace didn't respond, but Casey didn't mind and continued to say, "I used to envy you. You had a good family and a father who adored you. Your life was carefree. But now, I pity you. You've secretly loved Luther for over a decade, yet he won't give you the tiniest affection."