Too bad he'd miscalculated.
The person marrying him wasn't me.
Christine had been worried he might refuse and had prepared all sorts of schemes to force his hand. She never expected it would be this easy.
The registration went smoothly. His mother kept her promise and gave me the remaining payment.
My job was done. I let out a breath of relief and took a cab to the airport.
On the way, a message from him popped up on my phone.
Now that you have the marriage certificate, stop pulling stunts. And you'd better remember your promise—stay away from Alice!
And don't flatter yourself into thinking you mean anything to me. Beyond keeping up appearances, I won't waste a single emotion on you.
I stared at the messages and let out a tired smile.
I blocked him, deleted his contact, then pulled out my SIM card and tossed it in the trash.
His emotions?
I stopped caring about those a long time ago.
...
Half an hour later, Victor walked through the front door and froze.
His mother was sitting on the living room sofa with a girl he didn't recognize.
His brow furrowed, and the words came out on reflex.