Dear Mr. Billionaire Our Marriage Is Just A Contract

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ound me like a tight blanket. The bed is perfectly made, untouched, as if it's waiting for someone who

d, though that marriage was not born out of love but rather out of force. But there is complete silence. And then it dawns on me-

ospital bills are paid. Debt against my family's name is a thing of the past. And maybe-maybe I co

ping for: a kind word, a small gesture-something that will make me feel like I am more than a stranger in h

t, and his features harden instantly when he lays his eyes on me. His face is unr

are you doing here?" he says sharply, and i

. I thought we could talk. You know, regardless of how we got married, we still got married, an

yself after this," he says, his voice very harsh. "This marriage is a contract, and it will always be. I agreed to he

nderstand it's a contract. I just think living with a grown man under one roof won't really... rea

nothing to work about. You are here to play your part after I have paid th

derstand," I manage to say, though I'm shaking.

ad a change of mind. I turn back, waiting and hopin

. I don't want to see you come neare

he door and pad back to my own empty bedroom. What I have just agreed upon weighs h

my family. And then there is him-my boyfriend. He has called me so many times, and I haven't answered. I had left h

om him, increasingly desperate: Where am I? Why won't I answer him? Yet,

ath for the sake of my family, yet never in my wildest dreams did I think it would feel this hollow, this lonely. I have lost the

ut I can't. It's very hard knowing I'll be living in such