A Marriage Without Falling in Love

Shen Hanshu married a man five years older than her. Their families had arranged the marriage, and she had known she couldn’t escape it, so she never thought to resist. At their first meeting after registering their marriage, the last warmth of summer had faded. The man arrived with the chill of night around him, his manner distant. “I’m sorry. There’s someone I love.” A faint smile touched Shen Hanshu’s lips. “What a coincidence.” That night, they agreed to divorce after two years. Later, when Shen Hanshu tried to leave, she found she couldn’t. 【Blurb】Shen Hanshu signed her name in the space reserved for her on the divorce agreement. Her strokes were neat and decisive, without the slightest hesitation. As the final stroke of “Hanshu” fell, the usually cold and taciturn man could no longer sit still. The paper was snatched away in an instant. Shen Hanshu’s slender waist met the edge of the desk as the man planted his hands on either side of her, trapping her firmly within his reach. “Hanshu, we’re not getting divorced.” 【Blurb】Late at night, Shen Hanshu returned from a wedding. The man, who should have been asleep by then, was sitting in the living room watching financial news. She had been on the go all day and was exhausted, her eyes heavy with sleep. She didn’t disturb him. She had barely taken two steps when someone hooked an arm around her waist from behind and pulled her into his embrace. His palm radiated scorching heat, and his hoarse voice pressed insistently against her ear. “Have you forgotten him, hmm?” With her back to him, Shen Hanshu’s dimples appeared as she smiled. “What if I can’t forget him?” He lifted her chin, bringing her face-to-face with his deep, restrained black eyes. Lowering his head, he held her tight and kissed her passionately. “You can only be mine.”