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I froze in place.
I didn’t know what to say.
My heart was beating fast, as if I had suddenly realized that I didn’t really know the man I had just married.
Then he said,
“I know why you agreed to marry me.”
My face turned red.
I knew he understood… but hearing it said out loud was different.
I lowered my head.
I didn’t even try to deny it.
Then he said something I never expected.
I looked up quickly.
He said,
“I wasn’t looking for love. And I wasn’t looking for a young wife to take care of me in my old age.”
“I was looking for someone honest enough to be clear about their motives.”
I didn’t understand.
Then he looked straight at me.
“But you… you didn’t pretend.”
“I never said I loved you.”
“I know.”
Then he stood up, walked to the closet, and pulled out a folder.
He placed it on the table in front of me.
“Before we got married, I changed my will.”
My breath froze.
He opened the folder and slid it toward me.
The legal papers were clear.
Most of his fortune… was in my name.
But before I could process it, he said something that made my blood run cold.
“But there’s a condition.”
I looked at him slowly.
“What is it?”
He said very calmly,
“You must remain my wife for one full year.”
I was confused.
“That’s all?”
He nodded.
“One year. You live here. Attend events with me. Deal with my family. And endure their looks.”
He paused for a moment.
“If you leave before the year is over… you get nothing.”
It didn’t sound difficult.