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Four months into our contract marriage, I started getting suspicious—my husband left every morning at dawn and came back late at night. But no matter how much I checked, he was just working hard, nothing shady.
We weren’t supposed to care about each other’s personal lives, but something about him felt... off.
Turns out, Dale—my gentle, kind, and cluelessly sweet husband—was a mercenary I hired for a one-year contract to break off my engagement with the Emperor.
One day, I caught myself thinking, Maybe I should’ve married someone like him for real...
Then things got complicated.
Eventually, I had to return to my family. I didn’t want to leave him, so I gave him all sorts of warnings:
“Don’t open the door to strangers. Don’t lend money. And don’t cry because you miss me.”
I walked away, heart heavy, unaware of what was about to unfold behind me.
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