55: RETURN TO THE MANSION

ARIEL'S POV   I opened my eyes to see myself at Luke's home, lying down, and I clearly remembered this bedroom. The bedroom of pain, torture, and a lot of heartbreaking memories. And the room where we both signed the divorce papers. That scene was still in my head when he blew that smoke on my face. Simply maddening.   I wanted to sit on the bed, but the pain in my stomach had to strike me really hard. This was so frustrating. How was I going to get married like this? But even so, the pain was nothing compared to the one Luke brought to me during our marriage.   The door opened, and this girl entered. Of course, she was still a teenager, and she possessed that beautiful face.   "You're finally awake," she said, moving in my direction.   "Yeah, yes, I am." I spoke inaudibly and fixed my head back on the pillow, right on the bed.   She walked next to me and slowly sat on the bed. "I'm guessing you're Ariel, the woman Luke is about to marry?"   "He told you?" I blurted and h