Julietta / Julia
I flicked through the document he handed me. What was there to go through? It had to be full of selfish conditions to protect his interests and assets in this fake wedding. I had no problems with those.
The first condition made me boil with rage.
It stated that I would have no claim to his wealth, assets, and property as his wife.
Second, I would receive no alimony if the marriage ended.
I couldn’t read more.
Picking up a pen from the desk, I signed the agreement.
How could he think so low of me? I didn’t need his money to survive. I could earn my livelihood.
Placing the document on his desk, I lay down on the bed, keeping to my side. Hanging precariously at the edge, I hoped he wouldn’t get the wrong idea about me. I wasn’t here for his money.
Disappointment wash
