His Wife (A Contract Marriage Story) by Heer Mangtani

Chapter 3

Before the wedding. I had put a lot of thought into how my wedding night would be. I wondered if I would have to have sex with a man I hadn’t known before that day, and in all the fear of that, I had forgotten staying alone in a huge room with nothing to do and no one to talk to as a possibility.

1 tossed and turned all night, barely getting any sleep.

The next morning, I wore one of the outfits that someone had stocked in the wardrobe for me to use. Growing up poor, I never got to splurge on myself. Any money I could save would only go into covering my grandpa’s treatments, and we still fell short most times.

Wandering alone in that big house, I wished I could confide in ber about the fake marriage I was stuck in.

But there I was, eating breakfast meant to feed twenty alone in the dining room.

I una stared at me.

“Have you eaten?” Lasked her.

“After you, Mrs. Whitlock.”

“Please call me Ms. Baker.”

“I’m afraid I can’t do that, Mrs. Whitlock. Sir wouldn’t like it.”

“I don’t think Sir would know.” I tell her, looking around. The house was huge, and the chances of running into the man that

I wanted to actively try to avoid for the next six months was less. “Where even is he?”

“He left home last night after talking to you, and he hasn’t returned since.

I knew our marriage was l

a pang in me. for the sake of it, but I didn’t

overnight all the time,” Luna quickly added. He has a lot of

“Luna, it’s okay.”

“Im sorry, Mrs. Whitlock.”

I

She nodded. “A parcel came for you earlier in the morning

a new phone inside. The latest model in my hand was a far

Until now, apparently.

phone to see that there was

“Gabriel Whitlock.

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afternoon, his lawyer arrived with a perfectly drafted agreement like he’d said yesterday. I’d gone over it for an hour by

also afraid of

in on my grandfather who insisted he was enjoying every moment of being reunited with his old friends and asked me to not visit him but instead enjoy my ‘newly

resume to companies around me. I needed to get a new job since I left my old one when I moved three hours away to marry an imperious man, but

happened to be my grandpa’s friends from school got in touch with him and agon and offered to pay out his entire treatment with one simple condition: I had to marry their grandson. I was still convinced I could manage by myself and marrying a complete stranger was off the table but when my grandpa had

did to convince their grandson to marry a nobody like me or why he agreed, but by his anger

except losing his freedom and the title of the hottest bachelor in front of the world.

the housemaids, looked over me like I was a child. Or

habit. I spent my time getting pally with Lunat and the others, learning how to cook the more

back from three out of

days later, but didn’t send in my confirmation yet. Even though there wasn’t a formal clause in the agreement we had signed, Gabriel Had explicitly mentioned for

Probably not.

the idea of calling him. But it was a quarter past twelve, and I hadn’t seen him in the house for days. A part

It was around nine- thirty

on the

“Hello!”