I agreed to become a billionaire's son’s wife for one year.Not because I wanted love.Not because I wanted wealth.But because my mother was dying, and I needed money to save her life.Marrying Clark Arthur was supposed to be simple, a contract, a signature, and twelve months of pretending. He would inherit his father's company, and I would get enough money to pay for my mother's surgery.There was only one problem.I started falling for my husband.Clark Arthur was cold, distant, and already had a beautiful girlfriend who hated me from the moment she learned I had become Mrs. Arthur. Yet beneath his icy exterior was a man I couldn't stop loving.Then my mother heard his surname.From that moment, she wanted me away from his family. She refused to tell me why.One year.That was all I promised him.But why does walking away suddenly feel impossible?