She immediately opened her mouth. Then stopped. Because technically he wasn't wrong. The contract existed. The wedding existed. The problem was that she hated hearing him say it so calmly.
"As far as I'm concerned," she said, "this situation was created without my permission."
"Mine too." The answer caught her off guard.
She stared at him, then let out a short laugh disbelieving laugh.
"You're talking like we're in some kind of situation already."
"We are."
"No, we're not," she said firmly "People saw us once, we met at a social event, and just exchanged a handshake, we didn't even speak or looked at each other." "And that was a few months back. We didn't even know about this contract then."
She stood up, becoming restless now. Walking a few steps before turning back to him "You kn
