“Your mother should’ve told her herself. Using you to fulfill this clause is cruel… but getting married only to annul it? That’s awful.”

Clause.
Documents.
Annulment.

My mind scrambled to connect the pieces.

Daniel sounded irritated:
“You know how it is. If I didn’t get married before turning thirty, I’d lose the company. I couldn’t risk that.”

My breath caught.
So I wasn’t a wife—I was a requirement. A box to tick so he could inherit a business.

The woman sat on the bed, her heels swaying inches above my face.

“And what will you say when she wants to know why the marriage ended after one night?”

Daniel answered coldly:
“I’ll tell her things didn’t work out. That we rushed into it.”

Silence.
My heart cracked with every second.