ログインTwo years to live. Three months to get pregnant. One insufferable stranger who ruins everything. The doctor's words still echo. Terminal, progressive, two years maximum. But it's the three month deadline that sends me running. Three months to conceive before my body becomes a graveyard for the legacy I'll never leave behind. So I fly to Thailand, pretend to be poor, and search for a desperate man willing to marry me for money. Until I meet him. Arrogant. Annoying. Sharing my rented rooftop and seeing through every lie I tell. We hate each other. Establish rules. Agree to stay away. Then he collapses, burning with fever, and I have to make a choice: let him die alone, or miss the deadline that could save my billion dollar empire. I choose him. The company crashes. My father's legacy crumbles. Then I find his passport. He's not some poor stranger. He's the heir to my father's biggest rival. He's been lying since the moment we met. I run, choking on tears and rage, swearing I'll destroy him. Three weeks later, I'm at an engagement party, about to meet the stranger my dying father picked to save our company. The doors open. It's him. He steps closer in that perfectly tailored suit, his mouth curving into something dangerous, and leans in to whisper against my ear: "Hello, wife. Miss me?" I realize with crushing, devastating clarity... I did.
もっと見るHe walked back toward the ballroom, leaving me standing there alone in the hallway.My hands were shaking. My vision was blurred with tears I refused to let fall.He’d kissed another woman. At our engagement party. And told me to get used to it.Told me I had no claim on him. That Bangkok meant nothing. That this marriage was just a contract and I was stupid for thinking it could be anything more.I pressed my hand to my chest where something was cracking, breaking, falling apart.I’d known this marriage was fake. Had signed the contract knowing exactly what it was.So why did this hurt so much?Why did seeing him kiss someone else feel like betrayal when I had no right to feel betrayed?I took a shaky breath. Fixed my makeup with trembling hands. Straightened my dress.Then I walked back into that ballroom with my head high and a smile on my face.Because Kai was right. We had a contract. And I’d signed it.The music changed to a slow song. Kai appeared at my side, offered his hand.
Around nine PM, my father stood to give his speech.“Thank you all for being here tonight,” he began, his voice strong. “Elena and I are thrilled to celebrate our children’s engagement.”He talked about how perfect we were together. How happy he was to see me settled. How Kai was exactly the kind of man he’d always hoped I’d marry.Then Elena spoke, tears in her eyes as she talked about finally seeing her son happy, about how grateful she was to meet me before she passed.The guilt of lying to a dying woman pressed down on my chest like a weight.Then it was our turn.Kai spoke first, his words smooth and practiced. About how I’d changed his life. How he couldn’t imagine his future without me.Then he handed me the microphone.I looked out at the crowd of people waiting to hear me declare my love.And I gave them what they wanted. Talked about how Kai challenged me, understood me, made me want to be better.All technically true. All completely misleading.The crowd applauded. People w
The engagement party was being held at the Grand Plaza Hotel, in the ballroom my father had rented out for what he believed was a celebration of his daughter’s love story.I stood in front of my bedroom mirror at 5:30 PM, staring at a woman I barely recognized.The dress was champagne silk, elegant and understated. My hair was swept up, makeup flawless. The engagement ring caught the light every time I moved my hand.I looked like a bride-to-be.I felt like I was going to my own funeral.“You look beautiful,” Jennifer said from the doorway. She’d come over to help me get ready, which really meant making sure I didn’t have a complete breakdown before the car arrived.“I look like a liar.”“You look like someone who’s doing what she has to do to survive.” She walked over, adjusted a strand of hair that had come loose. “That’s not the same thing.”My phone buzzed. A text from the driver.Arriving in five minutes, Miss Chen.Five minutes until I walked into Kai’s world. Until this became
“How soon after the wedding?”“That’s up to you. When do you need this to happen?”I thought about the three month deadline. About the medication I’d stopped taking. About whether my original diagnosis was even real.Whatever it is, I'm not taking chances. “Soon,” I said. “Within the first few months of marriage.”“Then we’ll make it happen.” He stood as the lawyers filed back in. “Anything else we need to discuss privately?”Yes, I thought. I need to know if you really didn’t poison me. I need to know if I can actually trust you. I need to know if what we had in Bangkok was real or if I imagined all of it.But I couldn’t say any of that.“No,” I said instead. “I think we’ve covered everything.”“Good.” He turned back to the lawyers. “Let’s finalize this.”By 4 PM, we’d signed everything.Prenuptial agreement. Cohabitation contract. Financial arrangements. A separate document covering children and custody.Everything legally binding. Everything designed to protect us from each other.
A Conspiracy. It sounded paranoid. Dramatic. Like something from a thriller novel. But everything that had happened in the past two weeks sounded like fiction and yet it was all real. “I don’t know who to trust anymore,” I whispered.
Jennifer walked in, followed by someone I didn’t expect.Marcus.My uncle looked triumphant. Satisfied. Like he’d finally gotten everything he’d ever wanted.“Ah, Vivian.” He smiled. It didn’t reach his eyes. “So glad you could join us. We have matters to discuss.”I stood up. “I have nothing to di
After leaving Suda's place, I went back to the hotel, checked out, grabbed my suitcase. The clerk looked surprised to see me leaving after only two days but he didn't ask questions, just took my key.I took a taxi back to Suda's building, dragged my suitcase up those creaking stairs, emerged onto t
The next morning I woke up with my back screaming in protest. That bed was a torture device disguised as furniture. I sat up slowly, every bone in me complaining as I moved.I could hear voices outside, the sound of motorbikes revving, someone shouting in Thai. The sounds of normal life happening w






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