The End of a Fake Marriage

“Someone who knows me well enough that I can use them well without feel any guilt, and that’s you.” With that bullshit, he proposed a two-year contract marriage: a poor estate, heavy responsibilities, and an uncertain future. Considering all that, wasn’t it actually a grateful piece of bullshit? So, Renee willingly became the contract wife of her damned first love. It was about two years ago. “No, I don’t need an extension. Why bother for someone who’s starting anew?” With a twisted smirk of disbelief, Alexander quietly looked up at the sky. A new start…… He was muttering as if he was thinking over the words she said and asked back in an unpleasant voice. “What are you going to do af...