Your Highness, Our Contract Is Falling Apart!

I dumped the scummy crown prince and married an easygoing prince instead. We agreed to be nothing more than a contract couple: he’d make money, I’d stay alive, and we’d go our separate ways when the three years were up. But as the deadline approaches, why is the way this prince looks at me getting more and more flirtatious? At court, he crushes his enemies, but at home, he pouts pitifully. “Your Highness, my heart has a leak. I’m afraid there’s a flaw in our contract. You’ll have to spend the rest of your life fixing it!” Help! Is it too late to take back our deal?