Rewriting My Story
Oliver Walkeri was forced to donate two hearts, and my husband went mad with regretwhen my contract husband falls for mefalling for my contract husbandi gave him ten years, he gave my place to his first love
Once bitten, twice shy, as they say.
Two years later, I was pregnant again. Time seemed to have passed by so quickly. Sometimes Horace would ask me, "How many years do I have left?"
See? He was sharp, too.
Just because he didn't ask often didn't mean he couldn't sense something was off. When he asked, I'd answer, "Only tomorrow. You should hurry up. When you're gone, I'll use your money to fill the house with young men. You know I could do it, right?"