The End of a Fake Marriage

“Someone who knows me well, and yet doesn’t feel guilty about throwing me away. And yet someone who desperately needs my help. That’s you.”

Along with that nonsense, he proposed a two-year contract marriage.

A poor estate, a heavy sense of responsibility, a distant future.

When you think about it, wasn’t that nonsense something to be thankful for?

So Renee willingly became the contract wife of her damn first love.

That was about two years ago.

**

“No, the extension is fine. Why bother with someone who’s about to start anew?”

Alexandre twisted the corners of his mouth as if he found it ridiculous and quietly raised his head and looked up at the sky.

A new start

He muttered as if he was chewing over the words she had said before asking in an unpleasant voice.

“What are you going to do after a divorce?”

“I want to live the way I want to now. Go on trips, have passionate love affairs. Ah!”

Renee added with a nervous laugh as he watched Alexandre’s frowning forehead.

“I’m going to try sleeping with my fake husband in a very messy way, something I’ve never done before.”

**

Something that must be done so that we can see each other’s true selves .