“Fine. Since you’re so stubborn about it, I’ll marry you. But there are conditions.”
We will not share a bed after marriage.
We will not have children.
We will not touch each other, no matter what happens.
The paper was filled with so many conditions that it was hard to believe this was a marriage between two people.
Does he want us to become worse than strangers?
No, even strangers would probably have a better relationship than this…
“…Anyway, if I follow these conditions, we can get married, right?”
But this wasn’t the time to worry about things like that.
To break my connection with my husband from my previous life, this was the best choice.
“Then… since we’re done here, I’ll be going. Sorry for interrupting your work.”
Ian Ruscliffe.
My childhood friend, who remained single until he was over forty in my previous life and was even nicknamed the “Defective Duke.”
In this life, he became my husband through a contract marriage for the sake of my revenge…
“If what you dream of is a love so desperate that it feels like it has to be me…”
“……”
“Then I think I can make that dream come true.”
His gentle words were completely different from the contract filled with rules forbidding physical contact and his attitude that seemed to say he couldn’t be more bothered.
Can I stay focused on my revenge without being swayed by this man?
