Synopsis
“Fine. Since you’re so stubborn about it, I’ll marry you. But there are conditions.”
- We will not share a bedroom after marriage.
- We will not have children.
- We will not have any physical contact, no matter what happens.
The paper I received was covered with so many conditions that it was hard to believe they were meant for two people who were supposed to get married.
Were we supposed to become worse than strangers?
No, even if we were strangers, things would probably be better than this…
“…Anyway, if I agree to these conditions, we can get married, right?”
But I wasn’t in a position to worry about such things.
This was the best option I had if I wanted to sever my connection with my husband from my previous life.
“Then… since we’re done here, I’ll be going. Sorry for interrupting your work.”
Ian Ruthcliffe.
My childhood friend, who had remained single until well into his forties before my regression and had even earned the nickname “the Defective Duke.”
In this life, he became my husband through a contract marriage for the sake of my revenge…
But then—
“If the kind of love you long for is the kind that feels so desperate that you think you can’t live without the other person…”
“……”
“Then I think I can make that dream come true for you.”
His gentle words were completely different from the contract filled with “no physical contact” clauses and his attitude that seemed to say he was sick and tired of everything.
Can I focus on my revenge without being swayed by this man?
