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"Get lost! Gigi's already married to someone else. You are no one to her now!" Malcolm didn't fight back, but the words spilled out. "Arthur, please, don't push me any further. I know I went too far. Gigi sent me a fake marriage certificate, and I understand how she must have felt back then." Arthur's voice was thick with scorn. "A fake? Verify it. You'll know soon enough. Things like that don't get past the marriage records." The blow landed hard, though Malcolm still held on to a thread of hope.

she laughs "like they say these days faking it in style." I give her a confused look "what?" "You know, when you're in a fake relationship, these days that's what everyone's doing." "Well, I'm only doing this for mom, and trust me I will not develop falling for him." "My dear friend, you're saying that now, but when the time comes you'll be dying for his touch, his kiss, his scent, his di- ah" I shot her with Levi's water gun. That damn dirty mouth girl. "Charlotte you bitch," she curses, ask I continue to shot her.

Rekha mumbled while I smiled at my wife after hearing her words though. “We can’t guess with them at all. They may be just in a relationship but pretending like a married couple or already married but pretending to be in a relationship. They both are a high-level pretending couple.” I explained and she slowly nodded. “At least stop thinking about us on your special day, Vikesh.” Mihi commented and they both finally decided we all are good enough to give us some attention. “When will you get married? My wife thinks you both are already married.” I asked frowning at them.

“ What exactly do you have in that manipulative mind of yours?" I exhale deeply, secretly glad he didn't react rashly or get angry with me. Taking a deep breath, I try to collect my thoughts together. “ Well" I begin. “ I-i was just thinking we could- you know- pretend” Demetrius raises a skeptical eyebrow. This time, his tone is mildly laced with a hint of interest. " Pretend?” He echoes. " Pretend for what, exactly?” “ We-we could pretend to be married without any contract marriage" I say, my voice shaking slightly. “ You know...just for appearance's sake. You are a social face and it would be kind of sudden and surprising for the world to see that you are married"

As I am about to speak, I hear a voice I recognise behind me. “Aimee, I don’t know you guys covered hospital news now”, Kyle says, and I roll my eyes and turn around looking at him. “Hi Kyle, I’m not here for work”, I say, and he frowns as I turn my attention back to the secretary. “I am his son's girlfriend”, I say, crossing all the fingers and toes that I can, hoping that she will believe my lie. Well, technically it’s not a lie, or is it? What are we? We are not even engaged yet, “I’m a friend of the family”, I say straight after, and she frowns, asking my name again.

He acted as if he did not know me, as if I was someone else he had never seen. One thing I realized about him is that he’s a pro. Legitimate pro in this field. I wouldn’t be surprised if that one had a lot of kids because he seemed to know very well that the roundabout cycle of the set up of two of us. Is this what he does all the time? Send his surrogates on his company then ignore the hell out of them? Is he that ashamed to let everyone know that he’s trying to conceive with somebody because he fucking want a kid?

The words were nothing but a carefully constructed, filtered, and hashtagged lie, but watching the follower count tick up to 805, 806, and 807 brought a terrifying realization. This wasn't just a lie anymore; it was a full-blown performance, and the curtain had just gone up. Grabbing the same hoodie from last night to use as a new costume, pulling it on, and looking in the mirror revealed someone who didn't look like a boyfriend at all, but rather just a nervous nursing student about to throw up. Act as if you belong, Kyle had said. Taking a deep breath and fixing my glasses was the only thing left to do before walking out the door.

“I don’t want either of us to go anywhere.” When Lucia smiled at him, relief shot through Avon’s bloodstream. She lay back down on the towel, and Avon lay down next to her, facing her. They moved the conversation away from the big topics of jobs and weddings and ex-girlfriends. Instead, they made up pretend conversations for the people around them, fed leftover tortilla chips to a friendly puppy who came by with his owner, and tried not to laugh when a teenage skateboarder attempted to fly down the church steps across the way and fell. “Shhhh,” he said when she couldn’t hold it in anymore. “You’ll hurt his pride.”

I’m not proud of what I’ve become, but if there’s one thing I’ve learned since being with him, it’s how to pretend. Pretend nothing hurts me. Pretend I’m fine. Pretend I want to give him a child. Sometimes even pretend I feel pleasure when all I really want is to tear my own skin off. Pretending has become my greatest defense mechanism. Lying is my sharpest weapon.

"It's ok Damie, some days are like that, but you still have to come to school tomorrow. Right?" She advised. She now noticed that her plan will yield great profit because of the way I reacted knowing that I won't be participating in the swimming competition, little did she know that I was only pretending. Well, one of my areas of competence is pretence. Hahaha, don't mind me, it's only my protection mechanism. "Well... I'll come, I just feel bad about how great I have lost out for missing school today, I promise I'll never miss school no matter how unhealthy I might feel."