Everyone, don’t all romance novels have certain rules?
Like, “Couples in contract marriages never break up.”
Fake couples fall in love for real.
Their happy newlywed life lasts forever.
Even when they talk about divorce, they never actually split.
…Why doesn’t that apply to me?
* * *
I twisted my reincarnated life into a contract marriage story.
Honestly, I was confident.
I thought the ending would be a happy one, with us staying together forever.
I never expected it to turn into a perfect business deal without a drop of love.
“That person is the only one for me.”
I was only shocked for a moment, then I accepted it.
Fine. If he likes someone else, I should let him go.
I gave up on my first marriage and decided to look for husband number two.
Then one day, this cold and distant man started acting strange.
In a completely unexpected way.
“Do you really have to remarry?”
His face turned red with shyness, but he pointed to himself with determination.
“The perfect, devoted husband just for you — right here.”
…What is going on?
