“We were married by mistake! They confused me with your bride. Since everything’s been sorted out, let’s part peacefully. We’ll call someone from the registry office. They’ll quickly file the divorce, terminate the contract and…”
“Absolutely not,” he roars—so loudly that I flinch and my entire body breaks into tiny goosebumps. He pauses, thinking about something. “In our family, that isn’t done. There won’t be a divorce!”
“What… will there be instead?” I whisper cautiously.
“You’ll stay my wife,” he smiles with just one corner of his lips. And I don’t know whether he’s joking or serious. Why does he need me? “You’ll live with me. You’ll give me an heir. Maybe two. And then we’ll see.”
***
We saw each other only once—at our own wedding, which was never supposed to happen. I ran away to find a way to get the stamp out of my passport. But instead I found a new job—a nanny for one unbearable little girl. I hoped to hide in someone else’s house, but I ended up right with my lawful husband. The boss didn’t even recognize me, and he’s still looking for his runaway wife.