Contract Marriage: I Will Never Love You

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Sarah

Matthew can hardly meet my gaze ever since we returned from the conference. His eyes flicker away, filled with an awkward tension that hangs between us like a dense fog.

I guess I can’t blame him for it, given that I lied, falsely claiming we had spent the night together. Now that we’ve settled back into the rhythm of our everyday lives, I feel guilty.

I should tell him it was a lie and I was just messing around. Nothing happened between us.

Matthew sits in his office, flipping through some documents, but I can tell he is not paying any attention to them. His jaw is tense, his fingers gripping the pages too tightly.

I swallow hard and step closer. "Hi, Matthew."

He doesn’t look up right away. When he finally does, his blue eyes are guarded. "What?"

I hesitate. "We need to talk."

He exhales sharply, rubbing a hand over his face. "Sarah, if this is about—"

"It is," I cut in, because I know he won’t bring it up himself. "I—I know you are worried about what happened in the conference."