The Secret Wife
As I signed my name on the contract, sealing my fate as Cullen's temporary wife, I couldn't help but smile. The promise of endless wealth and luxury had always been my heart's desire, and now, it was finally within my grasp.
Cullen's grin only added to my excitement, and my heart raced as a waiter entered with our food. The aroma of the pasta made my mouth water, and I couldn't wait to indulge in its deliciousness.
As I twirled my fork through the noodles, I couldn't help but think of Ignacio, my Spanish husband.
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