The CEO'S Contract Wife

ded laundry in the cramped living room of Kaitlyn's apartment. A small mountain of clothes s

ft sigh. "What choice do I have? The supermarket barely pays the

work too hard for so little. Just enough to cover

pressing behind her eyes. "But I can't afford t

nd Andrew need a break

ling paint on the wall, the faint water damage by the ceiling

. "What about Andrew?

But the salon's been dying for mont

for a while, only the sound o

end. "You don't have to carry everything alone, y

m. For better or worse, remember? I just

icked it up, her face falling as she s

et hers. "Don

lyn did.

ns. Your account is long overdue. If the minimum payment isn't r

above a whisper. "I under

xhaled sharply. "That's t

ed. "We're d

"I've got a shift at the hospita

Kaitlyn sa

ned toward the hallway leading to the bedroom.

the mirror, trying to fix a lopsided tie. H

Kaitlyn s

you were up

ce six. Laundry.

fall around his neck. "She doesn't know

. She's concerned. Lik

n't re

gain. We've got no savings. I'm behind on groceries.

over his face. "I know.

p pretending it'

fix it, Kaitl

e it's one miracle customer away from success, b

way from her, f

ality," she continu

hat kind of help? Charity? You

ant a life. One where we're not dodging b

was a

eone I know... might lend me something. Just eno

sion darkened. "

ter. I've got i

Because if you make another m

abbed his jacket. "I'll fi

ike that,

e glanced at the door, then back at the pile of unpaid bills on the n

s, the fear - pressed down on her shoulders l

so

ed her. She walked over and opened it - just in time

eyes widening as s

CE – EVICTIO