Plot

I thought getting divorced would bring me peace. But the husband who never paid me any attention suddenly changed.   > “I can’t live without you, Anais. Please… if not for me, then for my grandfather’s sake—come back.”       To make matters worse, suitors started lining up almost daily. It was enough to make my blood run dry.   Fine. Then I’ll choose my second husband myself.   Baldwin Constantine had a bit of a problem. He had lost his hearing, couldn’t speak, and was supposedly infertile. Compared to my ex-husband, who went wild at the sight of any woman, this seemed like a much better deal. A relationship born out of necessity—a business arrangement.   But then...   > “I don’t like waking up without you in the morning.”       His low, husky voice whispered in my ear. His passion, day and night, was draining my stamina.   Infertile, you said?   > “If you kiss me first, I’ll do whatever you want.”       Mute, you said? Isn’t this a scam marriage…?