The beauty of the cursed love

It had been one week, seven days, and One Hundred and Sixty-Eight hours when her name was officially changed from Fiona McGuire to Fiona Carter.

A week has passed by, and, despite that, there is no clue about her so-called husband. Like normal couples, after exchanging their vows, they go for their honeymoon to a romantic destination. However, unlike any of them, Fiona was still sitting on the couch in her new home, thinking about her perfect marriage life, which was far from being perfect.

Except for his name, which was Justin Carter, Fiona knew nothing about him. Before marrying Justin, she knew that their relationship would not be like other couples, but she thought they could at least be friends and give their marriage a chance. Maybe they could start over. But she was expecting too much from him. She was delusional that Justin would want this arrangement to turn into a proper marriage.

Fiona and Justin appear to be a happily married couple to others. Still, only her dearest father-in-law and Grace, and possibly her mother-in-law, are aware of the truth about their marriage contract. Grace is a housemaid in Justin's apartment. For the past few days, she has been an ideal friend and mother to Fiona. She is in her late 40s and, like her name, she is very graceful in everything she does. She has been with Justin since he was born and took care of him along with his mother. So you can practically call her his second mom.

Fiona's thoughts were soon distracted as soon as she heard the doorbell.

The first thought that came to her mind was that her dearest husband had finally decided to show his face after the night of their marriage.

When Grace opened the door, Fiona saw a six-foot-tall, gorgeous man entering the house in his grey business suit. He had ocean blue eyes, which looked tedious at the moment. His dark chocolate brown hair was dishevelled, probably because of working the entire day... Oops, she should say, a whole week.

And the worst thing he did was, without even glancing at her, he went into his room. But not before saying, "Be ready by 11 tomorrow. We are going to have lunch with my family."

Fiona sighed and sat down on the couch, trying to stop the tears that wanted to come from her eyes. He didn't even glance at her. She was confused about whether she should burn with rage or cry her heart out.

But at least he knows she exists. That's something, right?