“I have a huge problem.”
“Can I help you?”
“Yes, I think you can. Marry me?”
“What?”
“Pretend you’re my husband.”
I suggested a fake marriage to the first man I met, without even looking at his face. Drenched in tears, in my wedding dress, I got into his brand-new car, and instead of solving my problem, I dumped a new one on him. But the moment I looked up, I realized he was the last person I wanted to ask something like this.
Not the kind of meeting I imagined with my ex—the one who once trampled my heart…
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From the author: You can read it separately, but it’s better to read the story of how our heroes met and how their feelings began “Pretend to be my boyfriend”