“Despite my traumatic past, yet I have always secretly hoped and dreamed about the day of being proposed to by a man that love me. But what should I called this kind of proposal? A contracted wife? A Loveless marriage where a chance at love or intimacy isn't possible?”. I said inwardly deeply in thought while staring at the oval shaped diamond ring still on my hand.
“Alex! Will you do me the honor of being my chosen contract wife?” He repeated it again, still on his knees. But my eyes widens slowly on his last words.
“Chosen contracted wife? What the hell! How I wish I can turn down his offer! Well, get over it , Alex! It's just for six f*****g months!” I resolved within me. Smiling brightly at him, I gave him the ring, and then stretched forth my fingers towards him, still smiling, but
