Clenching her fists, she pursed her lips, glad Marc wasn’t standing before her. She would have hit him in the face. She closed her eyes, remembering Anton’s words on the first night of their pretend honeymoon.
‘We are married. The paper may be void, but Cassie, I vowed before the church. It may not be the kind of love most couples have, but I promise to be there for you for richer and poorer, in sickness and health.” Anton said, curling his fingers into hers.
‘Til death do us part?’ Her eyes were round, trying hard to suppress her laugh.
‘We have to talk about that part.’ When Cassie pouted, the bedroom was filled with his laughter. ‘Are you sure you’re okay with Marc and me together?’
Cassie pursed her lips and nodded. ‘We’re friends with benefits. That’s part of the deal, right
