Keep the Groom, I'm Out
On the day my CEO boyfriend, Benjamin West, and I go register our marriage, his manipulative female assistant, Chelsea Miller, suddenly hands over her ID first.
Just like that, the marriage certificate that is supposed to belong to me and Benjamin becomes one hers and his instead.
Taken aback, I anxiously ask what is going on.
But Chelsea suddenly drops to her knees dramatically and cries in despair, "Giselle, this is all my fault! My child needs a local address to enroll in school. If it hadn't been for that, I would never have resorted to a fake marriage with Benjamin."
She even sobs inconsolably and threatens to smash her head against the wall so as to make it up to me with her death.
Benjamin is usually clear-headed and can easily distinguish right from wrong. But this time, not only does he not defend me, but he even slaps me in public!
He fumes, "Chelsea is a single mother. She's only doing this for her child. Do you really have to be so petty? It's just a marriage certificate. Once her child gets into school, I will divorce her. Can't we register our marriage a little later? Is it necessary to back her into a corner?"
"Hurry up and apologize to Chelsea. Then, give half of your salary to her as compensation. If you cooperate, I can lend you the marriage certificate for Chelsea and me so you can take some photos and show off in the family group chat. Otherwise, forget about marrying me."
I laugh humorlessly. "Then let's not register our marriage at all."
Not only do I no longer want the marriage certificate, but I also don't want him anymore.