At that moment in the Farwell residence, Lucian had just finished his work and was about to give Roxanne a call.

Since Estella was now staying at Roxanne’s house, Lucian kept using it as an excuse to call her whenever he had time.

He had just picked up his phone when a message from an unfamiliar number popped up.

Lucian frowned and opened it.

A few pictures began loading on the screen.

They were taken in a bar, and the dim lighting made it hard to make out most of the details.

However, right in the middle of the picture was Aubree all cozied up against a random man as she sipped from his glass.

The pictures after that were all of them leaving together.

Lucian’s eyes gleamed with disdain.

near shambles, but Aubree somehow still had the nerve to go out

guarantee that she hadn’t done the same in the six years that she had been

them all to his mother without explaining anything. He

he had been meaning to and

morning, Aubree woke up in a hotel room. Her hangover made her head

her eyes, the unfamiliar surroundings that slowly swam into view caused her to frown

to get up and try to find out where she was when she realized with a shock that she

widened in surprise and she pulled the blanket aside, only to find

was clearer than day what

the blanket so tightly she could feel her nails digging through the fabric as

remember anything, not even the face of

as her panic was

pulled the blanket up and wrapped it around herself tightly as she stared at the doorway defiantly, trying to act

man walked

he saw that Aubree was awake. “I should have been there next to you. What a shame that I had to miss such

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