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...Prologue...

Lara’s gaze remained fixated on Lucas ever since the wedding ceremony. Even as they moved to the grand reception hall, her eyes lingered on him, absorbing every detail—the sharp lines of his face, the way his dark hair fell perfectly in place, the cold, unreadable expression he always wore.

The reality of being married to him felt surreal—like a dream she never thought would come true.

She had spent years loving him from afar, dreaming of this moment. And now, here she was—his wife. The words sent a flutter through her heart, a warmth spreading in her chest.

A teasing chuckle broke her daze.

“If you keep staring like that, Lucas might just melt under your gaze,” Ali, her best friend, quipped, nudging her playfully.

Lara’s cheeks burned as she quickly looked away, flustered. “Stop teasing me,” she muttered, pouting.

Ali laughed, shaking her head. “Well, I can't really blame you. You’re literally married to the man of your dreams. You must be over the moon.”.

A soft smile crept onto Lara’s lips as she stole another glance at Lucas. He stood among his friends, his presence effortlessly commanding attention. Even in a room full of people, he was the only one she could see. With his sharp jawline, piercing eyes, and composed demeanor, he was strikingly perfect. And now, he’s mine.

Ali rolled her eyes at Lara’s obvious admiration. “God, stop smiling like a love-sick puppy.”

Lara shot her a playful glare, biting her lip to contain her giddy expression. “I can't help it! Just look at him, Ali. That handsome man. He’s my husband. My husband.”

Ali snorted. “You’re so dramatic. You’re lucky I actually like you, or I’d throw my drink at you.”

Lara pouted. “Stop raining on my parade.”

Ali smirked but then nudged her shoulder. “Oh? Looks like Prince Charming just glanced this way.”

Lara’s breath hitched as she turned to Lucas. Sure enough, his sharp gaze was on her. But the moment their eyes met, he swiftly looked away, returning his attention to his friends. They seemed to be teasing him, but he remained unreadable—expression blank, posture stiff.

Ali scoffed. “Wow. Not even a smile? Are you sure he’s your husband? He looks more like a man forced into a prison sentence.”

Lara forced a chuckle, masking the sting in her chest. “Lucas isn’t the expressive type. Cut him some slack.”

Ali folded her arms, unconvinced. “Still, he could at least pretend to be happy. It’s his wedding day too, you know.”

Lara bit her lip, but instead of dwelling on Ali’s words, she chose to brush it off. Tonight was supposed to be a celebration, not a moment to question things she already knew the answers to.

Ali sighed, sensing the shift in Lara’s mood. “Fine, fine. I’ll stop ruining your fairytale.  Let’s just enjoy the night. Especially you, since it’s your wedding day. And—” with a mischievous grin, she added, “—you have a honeymoon to look forward to. You’ll thank me for my gift later.”

Lara narrowed her eyes suspiciously. “Why would I be thankful?”

Ali smirked. “It’s a secret. You’ll find out when you open my gift tomorrow.”

Lara groaned. “I swear, if it’s another one of your troublesome gifts—”

“You’ll love it,” Ali cut in with a wink. “Now, come on. Enjoy the night! It’s your wedding day, after all.”

Despite her earlier thoughts, Lara nodded. She allowed Ali to drag her toward the drinks, reluctantly accepting a glass of something light. She wasn’t one to drink much, and tonight, she had no intention of getting drunk. She wanted to stay clear-headed. She still planned to talk to Lucas later. She didn’t want to face him while slurring her words.

But just as she was about to search for him, she noticed something.

Lucas was leaving.

A frown creased her brows as she watched him exit the reception hall. Without a second thought, she placed her drink down.

“I’ll be back,” she told Ali.

“Where are you going?”

“Bathroom,” Lara lied, already walking away.

The moment she stepped outside, the cool night air hit her skin. She spotted Lucas heading toward the underground parking lot.

Picking up her pace, she followed him, and when she was close enough, she called out hesitantly, “Lucas.”

He paused, his broad shoulders stiffening before he slowly turned to face her. His expression was blank—cold.

Her chest tightened.

She had been so caught up in the celebration that she momentarily forgot, nothing had changed between them. He was still the same Lucas, the man who had never looked at her the way she looked at him.

“What do you want?” His voice was sharp, almost impatient.

Lara hesitated, suddenly feeling small under his icy stare. She swallowed, trying to steady herself. “I just… I was wondering where you were going. The celebration isn’t over yet. Our parents might look for you.”

His jaw tightened, irritation flashing across his face. “That’s none of your business.”

Lara flinched at his harsh tone, but she quickly masked it. She wouldn’t let this affect her. Not tonight.

“It is my business now,” she said, her voice softer now. “We’re married,”

Lucas let out a low, humorless chuckle, his expression twisting in contempt. “Unbelievable. How shameless can you be?” His eyes burned with something far worse than indifference—hatred.

A pang of pain struck her chest. She had known. She had always known how much he resented this marriage. She had prepared herself for it, but no amount of preparation could shield her from the pain of his rejection.

“I know you didn’t want this,” she said softly, her fingers twisting together nervously. “But can we at least try to be civil? For the sake of our families?”

Lucas’s expression darkened. “Civil?” He stepped closer, his presence suffocating. “Don’t act innocent, Lara. You wanted this marriage. And now that you got what you wanted, you expect me to play along?” His voice dripped with venom. “Spare me the act.”

Lara’s lips parted, but no words came out.

Because he was right.

She had wanted this.

She had followed her parents’ wishes, clinging to the hope that if she just stayed by his side, if she loved him enough, he would eventually see her. She never meant to hurt him. She never wanted to ruin his life.

But her happiness had become his misery.

Her throat tightened. “I—”

“Save it,” he cut her off sharply. “I’m sick of hearing your apologies when we both know they aren’t sincere. You’re nothing but a selfish, cunning bitch.”

Lara flinched as if he had struck her. The words pierced through her, stealing the air from her lungs.

Her lips trembled. “I never wanted to hurt you, Lucas. I—”

“Bullshit.” His voice was filled with venom. “You forced this marriage on me, so don’t act like a victim now.”

Tears pricked her eyes, blurring her vision. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was the overwhelming emotions, but she couldn’t stop the tears that spilled down her cheeks.

Lucas’s expression twisted in disgust. “Stop crying.” His voice was cold, but his anger was unmistakable. “Do you think that’ll change anything? Do you think crying will make me pity you? That it’ll make me forgive you?” He scoffed. “Listen carefully, Lara.”

He stepped even closer, his voice dropping to a menacing whisper.

“I will make you regret marrying me. If you think I’ll sit back and let you have your way, think again. Two can play this game.” His eyes burned into hers. “And i’ll make sure that by the end of this fucking charade, you’ll be the one crawling to me, begging for an annulment.”

And with that, he turned his back on her and walked away—without a single glance back.

Lara stood frozen in the empty parking lot, her tears streaming down freely, her wedding dress feeling heavier than ever.

This was supposed to be the happiest day of her life.

Instead, it became the day she realized—

Her love was nothing but a cruel burden to the man she had given her heart to.

December had just begun, and the air was colder than ever. The chill seeped through the walls, making the house feel emptier than usual.

Lara sat curled up on the sofa, her laptop balanced on her lap as she worked on her lesson plans. The soft glow of the screen illuminated her face, but her eyes kept drifting toward the wall clock.

8:15 PM.

Lucas should have been home by now.

He usually arrived by eight, but lately, his schedule had become unpredictable. Some nights, he came home late. Other nights, not at all. She told herself not to overthink it—he was a busy man, after all. But deep down, worry gnawed at her, mingling with frustration. They barely saw each other as it was. And now, even the little time they had under the same roof was slipping away.

It was ironic, really. They were married, yet they lived like strangers.

She let out a sigh, trying to shake off the unease settling in her chest. Was he doing this on purpose? Avoiding her at all costs? Did he truly hate her that much?

Lara bit her lower lip, forcing back the sting of tears. She had no right to be upset. She had chosen this path. She had known what she was getting into.

With a deep sigh, she forced herself to focus on her laptop. But before she could type another word, the familiar sound of tires screeching against the pavement caught her attention. Her heart skipped a beat.

She rushed to the window and peeked through the curtains.

A sleek black Maybach had pulled up in front of the house. A moment later, the driver’s side door opened, and out stepped a tall man in a tailored suit.

Lucas.

Even after all these years, he still took her breath away. His striking features, sharp jawline, piercing eyes, and effortless grace stood out even under the dim glow of the streetlights. He looked like someone straight out of a magazine—perfect and untouchable.

And completely indifferent to her existence.

Lucas stood beside the car for a moment, adjusting his cufflinks. As if sensing her gaze, his cold, piercing gaze lifted to meet hers through the window where she stood.

Lara froze, her breath hitching. His gaze was as emotionless as ever, carrying the same chilling indifference she had grown used to. And yet, it still hurt.

Shaking off her disappointment, she hurried to the front door, opening it just as he reached the entrance.

“Honey, welcome home,” she greeted softly, forcing a smile.

Lucas barely spared her a glance before brushing past her.

Her smile faltered slightly, but she refused to let it drop. “Are you hungry? I made dinner—”

“Shut it,” he cut her off, his voice laced with exhaustion and irritation. “I'm dead tired, Lara. I don’t have the energy to deal with you right now.”

She lowered her gaze, fiddling with her fingers. “But I cooked...” Her voice was soft, almost a whisper.

Lucas scoffed. “Did I ask you to?”

Lara swallowed, clenching her fingers together. “I just thought—”

“I already ate.” His tone was sharp, dismissive. “Now, move the fuck out of my way. I’m already pissed that I have to come home to this house and see your face every damn day. If I had a choice, I wouldn’t bother coming here at all.”

His voice was laced with irritation as he brushed past her, heading straight for the stairs.

Lara stood frozen, her hands clenched at her sides as she watched his retreating figure. The coldness in his voice, the utter disregard—it wasn’t new. But no matter how many times it happened, it still hurt.

Swallowing down the pain, and forced herself to move. Mechanically, she walked toward the dining table, staring at the untouched dishes she had prepared with so much hope.

“I guess I’m eating alone again,” she whispered.

The meal was silent and tasteless. She wasn’t even sure if she was full or just forcing herself to eat.

Once she finished, she cleaned up, then returned to the living room to continue her lesson plans. But no matter how much she tried to concentrate, her mind kept drifting back to Lucas.

Three years.

Three long years since she and Lucas got married. And in all those years, nothing had changed.

No, that wasn’t true. Things had changed. They had gotten worse.

Their marriage was an empty shell—two people bound by paper, living under the same roof but in entirely different worlds. It was a cruel joke—a one-sided love story where she was the only fool still clinging to hope.

Lucas had never treated her right.

He never raised a hand against her, but his coldness was a different kind of torment. His words, his actions—everything was designed to push her away, to break her. And he had succeeded, countless times.

And yet, she stayed.

Why?

Was it love? Or just an unhealthy obsession?

She knew how twisted it was to keep him trapped in a marriage he never wanted. She knew it was foolish. She knew she was only hurting herself. But if staying meant being close to him, she was willing to be selfish.

If love meant letting him go, then maybe… she wasn’t ready to love him the right way.

She could endure the coldness. The silence. The indifference.

But annulment?

No. That was the one thing she couldn’t do. She wasn’t ready to let him go.

Even if it was wrong, even if it made her selfish—she would rather be hated by him than not have him at all.

Tears welled in her eyes, but she quickly wiped them away.

Enough.

Crying wouldn’t change anything. It wouldn’t make Lucas love her. It wouldn’t warm the coldness between them.

She let out a deep sigh and packed away her things. There was no use pretending she could still work. She had lost all focus. Sleep was a far better option than dwelling on thoughts that only hurt her.

On her way upstairs, she paused in front of Lucas’s bedroom door.

Yes, his bedroom.

They had never shared a bed—not even on their honeymoon. From the very beginning, Lucas had refused to sleep in the same room as her.

Even now, after three years of marriage, that hadn’t changed.

The door was slightly ajar, and for a brief moment, she felt the urge to peek inside.

But she stopped herself.

She couldn't risk being caught.

Instead, she whispered, “Good night,” before turning away and heading to her own room.

...

The next morning. Lara woke up early, as always, and went through her usual routine. After a warm shower, she made her way downstairs to prepare breakfast.

To her surprise, Lucas was already in the kitchen.

She paused at the sight of him standing by the coffee machine, his broad frame dressed in an expensive black suit, his head slightly tilted down as he watched the coffee machine fill his cup.

He looked effortlessly handsome. Too perfect. No matter how many times she saw him like this, she still couldn’t get used to it.

Lara swallowed the lump in her throat and approached him carefully.

“Good morning,” she greeted softly, mustering a smile.

He didn’t respond. He didn’t even glance at her.

She refused to let it bother her. “What would you like for breakfast, honey? I’ll prepare it right away.”

“Don’t bother,” he replied, lifting his cup and walking toward the dining table.

Lara paused. A pang of hurt twisted in her chest, but she forced herself to smile. “Alright. If you say so,” she said softly.

She turned away and busied herself with cooking, refusing to let his indifference ruin her morning.

By the time she finished preparing breakfast, Lucas was already gone.

Only his empty coffee mug remained on the counter.

No goodbye. No acknowledgment.

Lara sighed, staring at the abandoned mug.

Would it kill him to say something?

She shook her head and sat down for breakfast.

After finishing her meal, she washed the dishes and went upstairs to get ready for work.

She curled her hair into loose waves, applied light makeup, and grabbed her bag before heading to the garage.

Sliding into the driver’s seat, she started the car.

Another day had begun.

Another day of pretending everything was fine.

The school day had ended, and most of the children had already gone home. Lara sat in the waiting area, keeping an eye on the last few students still waiting for their guardians when a familiar voice called out to her.

“Lara!”

She turned just in time to see Ali striding toward her, her designer handbag swinging at her side.

“Are you done with class? I’m dying for milk tea,” Ali announced dramatically, flipping her hair as if the mere thought of waiting any longer was unbearable.

Lara chuckled, shaking her head at her best friend’s antics. Ali had been a handful, to say the least, ever since college, but over the years, Lara had learned to handle her quirks with patience. She was high-maintenance, outspoken, occasionally dramatic, and a little too confident for her own good, but beneath all that, she was sweet and fiercely loyal. Life was never boring with her around.

Lara turned to her assistant. “Maera, can you stay with the kids while they wait for their parents?”

Maera nodded, and Lara turned back to Ali, pulling her to the side.

“I thought you were busy? Don’t you have a shoot today?” Lara asked, raising a brow.

Ali groaned, tossing her designer bag onto a nearby chair. “It got canceled—thank God! As much as I love modeling, it can be really exhausting. Remind me again why I chose this career, Lara? I swear, I’m this close to going AWOL.”

Lara laughed. “It’s not too late to switch jobs. Your parents would love it if you joined the family business.”

Ali’s expression turned horrified. “Ew. No way. Just looking at paperwork gives me a migraine.”

“You're so dramatic,” Lara teased, shaking her head.

Ali flipped her hair. “I was born for the runway, not a desk job.” Then, she huffed. “Anyway, how much longer do I have to wait? I need my milk tea fix.”

“Just a little while. A few kids are still waiting for their guardians,” Lara explained, glancing toward the remaining students.

Ali sighed. “Fine, I guess I can wait.” She crossed her arms, then suddenly gave Lara a once-over. “You know, Lara, you could totally be a model. With that face and figure? Why settle for being a kindergarten teacher?”

Lara rolled her eyes. “Hey, don’t say that. I love my job, okay? I enjoy teaching. Besides, modeling isn’t for me. It suits you better.”

Ali sighed in mock disappointment. “Fair enough. Not everyone is born for the runway like me.” She dramatically flipped her hair. “I mean, I was probably born just to add beauty to this world.”

Lara laughed at her arrogance. “Oh, of course. How lucky we all are.”

She grinned. “Well, you should. The world needs someone as stunning as me.”

Lara chuckled. “Oh, please.”

“You know I’m right.”

Lara shook her head, amused. But the lighthearted moment was short-lived when Ali’s expression shifted, turning more serious.

“Anyway... how’s your husband? How’s everything with Lucas?”

Lara stiffened slightly. Ali knew about her marriage, but only bits and pieces. She had never told her the full story—never admitted just how bad things really were. It wasn’t that she didn’t trust her; she just didn’t want to be a burden.

Ali studied her silence and frowned. “Oh? Why so quiet? Don’t tell me he’s still treating you like crap?” She groaned in frustration. “Lara, I swear, your husband is trash! Just divorce him already!”

Lara quickly shushed her. “Ali, stop it. You know there’s no divorce in the Philippines.”

Ali rolled her eyes. “Fine. Annulment, then. Whatever. The point is, leave him. He doesn’t deserve you.”

Lara forced a smile. “Enough, Ali. We’re fine, really. He’s just busy with work, so we don’t see each other much.”

Ali scoffed. “Work? That’s the lamest excuse I’ve ever heard. Do you hear yourself? Look at you—you’re gorgeous, you’re kind, and you’re literally the perfect wife. Meanwhile, he’s out there being an emotionally constipated jerk. Seriously, what’s so special about him? If I were you, I’d find myself a lover. That would teach him a lesson.”

Lara shot her a pointed look. “That’s never going to happen. You know how much I love Lucas.”

Ali groaned dramatically. “God, you’re hopeless. You’re so in love with a walking red flag!”

Lara stifled a laugh. “You sound more bitter than I do. You don’t even have a boyfriend.”

She shrugged. “That’s because men are trash. It’s like they have collectively decided to be terrible. Even the ugly ones cheat! The audacity!”

Before Ali could rant further, her phone rang. She glanced at the screen and scowled.

“Ugh, it’s my manager,” Ali groaned. “I swear, if this is about rescheduling the shoot, I’ll throw a fit.”

She answered the call, her expression darkening with every passing second. After a few minutes, she ended the call with an annoyed sigh. “Damn it! I have to go. The shoot’s back on. The idiot in charge changed his mind last minute.”

Lara winced. “Yikes. He’s in for a rough day.”

“You bet he is.” Ali grabbed her bag, still fuming. “We’ll reschedule our milk tea date, okay? I’ll call you later!”

Lara laughed. “Try not to murder anyone.”

“No promises.” Ali winked before rushing off, her heels clicking sharply against the floor.

Lara shook her head, smiling to herself. Ali could be a handful, but she appreciated her concern—even if her way of showing it was a little... aggressive.

After Ali left, Lara made her way back to the waiting area to ensure all the children had been picked up. But to her surprise, a small figure was still sitting alone on one of the benches.

“Ram?” Lara called gently.

The little girl lifted her head, revealing tear-stained cheeks.

Lara immediately knelt beside her, gently taking her tiny hands. “Oh, sweetie. It’s okay. Don’t cry.”

“Teacher Lara…” Ram sniffled. “Why isn’t my sister here yet? She promised to pick me up.” Her voice wobbled, and her big, glassy eyes threatened to spill more tears.

Lara’s heart clenched at the sight of her distressed face. She reached out, wiping away a tear trailing down the little girl’s cheek.

She turned to Maera. “Has anyone contacted her guardian?”

“The Admin has been calling, but no one is answering,” Maera explained.

Lara sighed and turned back to Ram. “Don’t be sad, sweetheart. Maybe your sister had an emergency at work,” she said gently. “How about I take you home instead?”

Ram’s eyes lit up. “Really?”

“Really.” Lara smiled warmly. “Would that be okay with you?”

Ram nodded eagerly. “Yes! Thank you, Teacher Lara!”

Lara brushed a hand over her hair, relieved to see her smile. “Of course, sweetheart. Just wait here, okay? I’ll grab my things and let the admin know.”

After informing the school office, Lara returned to the waiting area with her things.

“Ready to go, Sweetie?” Lara held out her hand.

Ram grinned and slipped her tiny fingers into Lara’s. Together, they walked toward her car, the little girl’s earlier tears now replaced with a bright, innocent smile.