My Disposable Husband Is Actually My Big-Name Client

On the day of our arranged marriage, my stranger of a husband and I laid down three rules:

“Separate bedrooms, pretend to be a couple in public, and get divorced after a year.”

He signed without hesitation. “That suits me perfectly.”

Until we unexpectedly crossed paths at a business forum. I was halfway through a presentation as a rising tech entrepreneur when I realized the man in the chief judge’s seat was none other than my husband in name only.

He slowly turned his wedding ring. “I’d like to add a clause to our marriage agreement.”

“What clause?”

“Let’s turn your disposable husband into a lifetime membership.”

The champagne tower reflected the dazzling crystal chandelier overhead, and the air was fragrant with a carefully blended mix of money and power. The guests’ quiet laughter and conversation wove an airtight web, with Su Wan standing at its center in a custom wedding dress worth a fortune. She felt like an auction item that had just been sold, complete with a built-in smile.

“Smile, Su Wan. The cameras are on us.” Her father, Su Hongyuan, forced the words through clenched teeth, while keeping an impeccably benevolent expression. “The Lu family is a match so many people would do anything for.”

Yes, a “lucky break” no one could ever hope to get. Her freedom for a year in exchange for the cash flow the Su family desperately needed, while also helping Lu Yuheng, the Lu family’s third son, reportedly temperamental and rarely in the country, fend off his family’s pressure to marry. A win-win deal. Except for her, the bargaining chip pushed onto the table.