My One In A Million Wife [Ashlyn And Lucas] Chapter 2
My one in a million wife [Ashlyn and Lucas] chapter 2
She was the woman who lived in the rumors.
Now that they were about to get a divorce, it was even more unnecessary to let the public know what
she looked like.
And she understood that.
Lucas stared absentmindedly at Ashlyn.
He had always known that the marriage between the two of them differed from others. They had signed
a contract when they got married in which they wouldn’t meddle in each other’s lives during the
contract period.
Ashlyn would live as his rich wife and pretend to be his lover in front of his grandfather, and in return,
he would gift her with bags, clothes, jewelry, or anything that money could buy.
He had met this woman in front of the hospital, standing expressionlessly in the pouring rain,
screaming, “Is there anyone who wants to marry me?”
All the passersby had thought she was a psycho.
He didn’t know why she did that and wasn’t interested to know.
But he knew she needed a wife at that time and that she had a pleasant look.
Little did he expect this marriage tost for four years until his grandfather passed awayst week.
After four years of acting, the y finally ended.
The death of his grandfather hit him so hard that he took a week to recollect himself before the funeral.
Even now, he could still feel a dull pain in his chest whenever he thought of Charles’ gentle voice and
happy countenance.
In the past four years, there was no difference between them and an ordinary couple. He was always
on the go and would usually spend the night at Whind Vi only during weekends.
Ashlyn had always waited for him obediently, and would neverin about hising and going.
Before Lucas left the house, Ashlyn stood on tiptoes and kissed his cheek. “Bye-bye, honey.”
The man lowered his head to kiss her lips. “Be good at the funeralter.”
“Okay, I will.” Ashlyn nodded and watched as he left.
The two of them interacted like an extremely affectionate old married couple. It didn’t look like they
were about to divorce at all.
Seeing that the man had got into the ck Bentley, Ashlyn turned around and closed the door.
The obedience and gentleness on her stunning face were immediately reced with an unprecedented
coldness, as if it were nketed with ayer of frost, creating a sharp contrast to her soft and lovely
appearance before.
It was as if she was a different person.
Expressionlessly tidying herself up, she departed as well.
At some point, it started drizzling.
Northern Cemetery.
The grass was green and soft to the touch. The entire North Mountain was enveloped by a curtain of
rain, making it look hazy and surreal.
Charles’ grave was chosen here, where it was beautiful and peaceful.
The funeral was minimalistic, almost too simple. Most of the people who came were the Nn family’s
friends and rtives, and some business partners.
Under the rain, the white lilies that were ced around the tombstone appeared spotlessly white.
Ashlyn got down from the car and walked toward the crowd holding a ck umbre.
She looked at Lucas. The man was in a ck suit, his posture was straight and his lips were set in a
hard line.
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He was standing quietly at the front; his handsome face full of sadness and his eyes red.
She knew he was single-handedly brought up by Charles and that he was extremely attached to him.
Ashlyn went over and bowed in respect. Looking at Charles’ picture on the tombstone, she drew in a
deep breath and gently put the lilies in her hand in front of the tombstone.
And so, a man’s life ended.
She hated this ce, and she hated the atmosphere. Most of all, she hated it when someone walked
away from her life.
A trace of helplessness and sorrow surfaced from the depth of her eyes. Charles had been really good
to her when he was alive, doting on her as if she were his own granddaughter.
She flung herself against the cold tombstone and kneeled under the pouring rain, bowing to the old
man with her face to the earth.