My flash-marriage partner was the aloof heartthrob of the law school, and I thought we were just using each other.
That was until he showed me our prenuptial agreement and pointed to the fine print on the last line:
“The final right to interpret the above terms belongs to Shen Du.”
Shen Du, the possessive childhood friend I had personally lost ten years ago.
At the opening ceremony, he took my hand in front of the entire school. “Allow me to introduce my wife.”
In court, after winning the case, he looked at me and said, “By the way, she's my wife.”
Everyone thought I'd married the perfect man.
Only I knew that even though we agreed it was just a marriage of convenience, every time he got close to me, he was crossing the line.
And the biggest violation of all: he spent three years compiling 127 case files.
Every single one was to help my father overturn his wrongful conviction.
