Marriage contract: my husband is gay
The contract did not specify whether I should inform if I would come home, but, still, the president is very polite, knowing how to make a call.
There was silence on the phone.
“Eh…”
“I…”
They both spoke at the same time.
“You speak first,” asked Nathan.
“Nothing, then I’ll hang up. I … I’ll go to bed early.”
“It’s all right.”
Before Nathan finished talking, the phone was already hanging.
Looking at the phone, Valentina felt lost for no reason. Today can be considered her wedding night. Even if it is false, it will still be lost.
Holding the meatballs I prepared, Valentina curled up on the couch to watch a variety show, watching television without paying attention to what was happening.
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