Divorcing him: Mr billionaire doesn't want our baby
He asked, looking down at me.
I moved my lips weakly, "What is it?"
“Honesty,” he said, his words cutting through the tense air. My mind raced. Contract marriage—right, that’s all we had ever had. We weren’t bound by love but by convenience, and to him, I was just a suitable partner, nothing more.
I took a slow, steadying breath, unsure of what to say next. Nate, with a rare gesture, lit a cigarette, the crisp sound of the lighter and the sight of the flickering flame momentarily breaking the silence.
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