Contract Marriage: I Will Never Love You

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Sarah

I have him. I can already feel it.

His wall is breaking. Bit by bit. And soon, he will fall in love with me and forget all about Amanda.

The waiter appears with our appetizers, and I watch as Matthew shifts uncomfortably in his seat. He’s trying so hard to maintain his distance, but I can see the cracks forming.

"Tell me something," he says after the waiter leaves. "Did we actually sleep together that night?"

I pause, my fork hovering over my plate. "Does it matter now?"

His eyes darken. "Yes, it fucking matters."

I set my fork down carefully. "You really don’t remember?"

"No," he says, voice tight. "I don’t."

I consider him for a moment, weighing my options. The truth is a dangerous thing—it can set you free or destroy everything you’ve built.