Six Months. That was all it was, just a short few months of being the fake wife of some pretentious business man and I would have enough money to escape from the misery that has been my life for four years and start fresh somewhere else. Just six months.
Or so I thought…
The moment I discovered the identity of the man who had hired me, the man who was responsible for the hell that I was living in, I knew that this contract wasn’t going to be so easy. And apparently he hated me as much as I hated him.
Six months? I wasn’t even sure I was going to survive the weekend.
