My Fake Marriage

k. I stared intently at the delicious plate of food before me, then at the man with the disheveled hair who had

left-h

ght shoulder injury d

r like that? I looked up at him in astonishment. C

veals what yo

sed my tho

gy to wonder why this man seemed more lively today than a f

my eating area. Glancing at the man, I s

eveless shirt and shorts, messy hair, no matter how elegan

know your good looks and decide to hide them so as not to make women fall f

den, but I guessed he was

another r

n OK sign and took my backpack. I didn't want to be late f

usband of mine would also leave s

.

ntly work. Luckily, I arrived on time,

ockery, condescension. Previously, they would sneak glances at me and talk be

who could never rise up, and even if they

ea why they were

rried!" Mia's familiar whiny voice rang out, and a figure rushed

osite us patted Mia's head as if comforting a child angry at being disbelieved. Then the girl gave me a sharp look, her height around 1.7 meters, wearing tight clothe

nd Mia were close friends and the two most beautiful women in the company. So, the rest of the employees followe

uous looks from everyone were c

m. I don't know when the rumor started that Mia and Richard were mutually in love. They were a match made in heaven, perfect in every way... but I forced Richard's famil

, I honestly shed a few

opportunity to do so

nist of the story also enjoyed this content, using people's misun

racter has alway

, shamelessly clinging to wh

what shame was. I laughed. What c

ouch my limits, I don't care what

fully reproached me: "Alice, you're too timid! Why d

ed mine: "Right! How about we organize a debut party tonight after work?" Sh

. The others around maintained their s

ards me: "Today, Richard got pro

r of this play was more favored. Well, it made sense, since Richard was our boss and

eyes, and my mouth curved

progressin

.

ffectionately holding my hand, reminded me: "Don't forget the

to see me embarrassed, even

aught Mia's cunning smile. Surely she was pla

e nicer without his messy hair and shabby clothes. I really wanted to give him a makeove

a party with everyone." I t

very day," I heard him say, his sarc

chose a long-sleeved grey dress. Outdated for today's youth, bu

guy from

to everyone." I pinned up my lon

and went out. When I opened the door, I was

A

denly encountering that horrific ap

pushed him slightly aw

hadn't changed. Then I remembered... he only had o

le. I didn't even remember to properly shop for his d

nts from the suit for him to wear temporari

, I'll take you shoppi

thout complaints. God, my g