I stared at the ceiling, unknowingly waiting until dawn. A sudden vibration from my phone broke the silence.
I picked up and my friend's hesitant voice came through, "Krystal, your marriage certificate with Sean … it's fake …"
In that instant, it felt like a bucket of cold water poured over me from head to toe. Though I had expected it, the confirmation still cut me to the core.
I asked, "So … does that mean the marriage certificates for Sean and Mischa could actually be real?"
Then what did the past two years of sharing a bed with Sean mean? I felt like the biggest joke in the world.
I ended the call, letting my hand fall in exhaustion. After an entire night of reflection, I'd decided my marriage to Sean could end here.
Without any sleep, I waited until morning and knocked on the master bedroom door. Sean appeared, disheveled and shirtless.
Even with his messy hair, his strong brows and sharp features remained striking. "What's your problem now? Are you out to make trouble for me again? How did I end up marrying someone like you?" he said coldly.
I interrupted his words, "Sean, stop pretending." He sobered up, looking at me in bewilderment.