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“No, you know the version of me you signed a contract with.” “And I know the woman who stayed and faced her fears, the woman who has done nothing but respect me. Care for me. And most importantly you’ve made this whole contract thing very easy.” Emily’s fingers tightened around the ring. “This arrangement benefits me too,” she said quickly. “Don’t turn me into some selfless saint. We had an agreement. Hope you didn’t forget. It's just a contract. you protect me. I appear to your board of directors as your wife.”

"Why is the wedding contract so thick?" Max Curtis asked with a frown. He flipped through the pages one by one, yet never put pen to paper. As one of Riverport's most well-known business elites, he wasn't a man easily fooled. On the second-to-last page was the divorce settlement agreement I had secretly slipped in. I kept my head down. I didn't feel very nervous. "There seems to be a lot of settlement terms. If you have time, you can read through them slowly," I said.

Before I could finish, Hayden interrupted me by pulling out a prenuptial agreement from his pocket. I took it and quickly skimmed through. The document indicated that after I got married to Hayden, I would receive two-thirds of his assets. I looked up in shock. "Are you crazy?" Hayden's trembling voice was full of sincerity. "I'm not crazy. On the contrary, I've never been more certain of anything. I'm not giving up my assets to tie you down. It's to show my commitment to our marriage. "Once we get married, I won't leave you for the rest of my life. But if you ever want to divorce me, you'll have all that, and you can carry on with your life worry-free."

I don't have any savings if in case I'll repeat the semester. I have already called all the saints I could call to spare me the trouble I created. I noticed that as the graduation was nearly approaching, all the bad luck just went on my way. First, the marriage certificate proves that I and Keandrick Saavedra, the owner of Saavedra Inc. married that we both didn't know how it happened. Second, this recklessness of mine. I should start praying from now on that I won't be fired from this part-time job for my finals. Gosh, are all the kinds of bad luck going on my way as long as I live?

Rose felt her scalp tingle under his intense gaze. Could she say it directly? "Nothing …" she chuckled awkwardly and fled. After fiddling with the printer for a while, she returned to Jonathan with a contract in hand. "This is our marriage agreement. We didn't have the chance to draft it before, so let's do it now." Jonathan took a glance at the contract. It clearly stated that their marriage was a transaction, and they would divorce without any ties after one month.

“Terms? Sophia, we’re married. This isn’t a contract negotiation.” She held his gaze. “It always was.” He unfolded the paper. Access to all devices. Shared passwords. Quarterly financial reviews. Individual therapy. Marital counseling. A postnuptial agreement restructuring asset protection. His face changed at the last line. “A postnup?” “Yes.” “You don’t trust me.” “No,” she said evenly. “I don’t trust assumption.” He pushed back slightly in his chair. “This feels extreme.” “Infidelity is extreme.” “It didn’t go that far.”

she thinks, a bitter smile tugging at her lips. Noah hands her the folder, his expression serious. “Read this and sign it.” Her pulse quickens as she opens it, revealing only a couple of pages. The first is the postnup, and the second is an identical copy. Both are already signed by Noah in his bold, confident scrawl. She skims the document, her bemusement growing. “This . . . this says once the marriage is consummated, I get half of everything in the case of a divorce. Pretty much no questions asked.”

He reached into his inner jacket pocket and pulled out a crisp, stapled document. With a careless flick of his wrist, he threw it onto the bed. It landed right next to my discarded veil. "Sign it," he commanded. I looked at the bold letters at the top of the page: MARRIAGE AGREEMENT. "I already signed the certificate at the altar, Cyrus," I said, narrowing my eyes. "That was for the public," he replied coldly, setting his glass down on the nightstand. "This is for reality. Read the clauses." I picked up the papers, my eyes scanning the text. My blood turned to ice as the words blurred together. Two-year duration. Complete separation of personal assets. No public scandals. Under no circumstan

“Lilian Rose Martin, will you strive to keep your love flexible and adapt to changing circumstances in the marriage? And will you be Drew Walton’s counselor, helpmate, sweetheart & lover, and best friend, from this day forward?” "I-I will..." Lily replied. "Do you, Drew Walton, take Lilian Rose Martin to be your lawfully wedded wife, to share your life openly, standing by her side in sickness and in health, in joy and in sorrow, in hardship and in ease, to cherish and love forevermore?" Drew let out a sigh, as if he were bored with the questions. "I do." The pastor then posed the same question to Lily. There was no turning back now. “I-I do…”

In the afternoon, Lucy and Bob went out to see houses. In the meantime, Hazel drew up a property agreement. It said, "After the marriage, all properties under our names will remain our own, including all real estate properties. After the divorce, neither of us will be allowed to take any property in the other's name." Hazel had thought that Zac would pull a long face when he read the agreement, but contrary to what she had expected, he remained as calm as a lake, without the slightest emotions on his face.