We were secretly married for four years. I did my duty, stayed obedient and well-behaved, and in the end, all I got was: “You’re wonderful, but I’m going to marry someone else.” So I signed an agreement and walked away with nothing. I don’t blame him, because I knew from the day we married that ours was only a transaction. Now, the transaction is simply over. I planned to bury my unspoken longing and go our separate ways, each living in peace. “You’re pregnant.” The doctor’s words shattered the peaceful life I wanted. Then he suddenly appeared, his eyes icy, and said, “You broke the agreement. You’ll pay for it.”
