My Secret Spouse Is My Direct Supervisor

To avoid being pressured into marriage, I signed a premarital agreement with my blind date, promising we’d divorce after three years.

The very next day, he appeared out of nowhere as my direct boss.

I worked diligently to pretend we barely knew each other, but he kept pushing my acting skills to their limits.

Rumors spread around the company that I’d slept my way to the top. He cornered me in the break room in front of everyone. “Mrs. Lu, they’re right. I did give you a back door into the company: our marriage certificate is your express pass.”

When his family pressured him into an arranged marriage, he pulled me into his arms. “Allow me to introduce my legal wife, and my one and only heir.”

I panicked. “That’s not what the agreement says!”

He leisurely flipped to the last page of the agreement and pointed to a line of tiny print:

“The right of final interpretation belongs to Party B, Lu Chen.”

#SecretlyMarriedAndEveryDayIsSocialDeathAfterMyIdentityIsExposed#

#WeAgreedThisWasAMarriageOfConvenienceSoWhyIsHeTakingItSeriously#