Chapter 253

She said ‘prenup’. I heard ‘divorce’. I stared at the document in my hands. ‘Why?’ ‘Isn’t it standard practice? You gave me something to sign when we got fake married.’ ‘Exactly. “Fake” being the operative word. This isn’t.’ My voice barely rose above the roar in my ears. What was she playing at? Drawing up an escape route before we’d even made it to the aisle? Did she really have that little faith in us? ‘I thought you liked contracts.’ She sounded genuinely baffled, even a bit hurt. ‘It protects both our interests. I don’t get why you’re so worked up about it.’ I kept my eyes on the document. If I looked at her, she’d see too much. ‘Will you at least skim it? We can change anything you’re not happy with.’ Skim it? All I wanted to do was rip the bloody thing into confetti and scatter it to the wind. Still, I sat down and flipped open the first page. Most of it read like a remix of the contract I’d made her sign for our fake marriage—clearly, Mira had studied my playbook. But the real