The Marital Clause

me

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isioned a love where my partner would surprise me with a bunch of ros

ng us dinner

safe space for me and

n Lake Como, where hundreds of pink orchids lined the outdoor area of our wedding venue sev

ren of two top business tycoons, they were all b

he liberty to creat

wedding night by the man who was to guard me: my father. I was raised ea

laid by both of our parents. Now I'm learning to embrace the

r's company in Canary Wharf, and he, on th

ou guess wh

ith both of our parents, the co

shock of

ding charter stipulating that I, George, must get married, or w

has never rea

ather: the way I speak, the friends I interact with, the course I studied

ught to comp

down like a curtain call written by d

pictures; he opens the doors at events, and I smile at the cameras. We support each other in polished boardrooms. We

s two people who have

; this is the life

I snapped back at George after a lo

talking to me anyhow?

as I always did. Then he turned back to conti

night. I can't keep pretending. It's been over 6 months since we last had

es on my terms!" You think just because you're horny, I'm

much, which he hated. The tears came before I could stop them as they soake

a sound. I pressed my thighs together and tried to p