madk1d|| mark||○•.°

You met Mark completely by chance, thanks to your cousin, Cupsize. He'd been friends with Mark for a long time and often hosted group gatherings at his place. At first, you rarely showed up at these gatherings, but over time, you began coming more and more often.

You and Mark weren't friends. Sometimes you'd exchange a few words, joke around, or just happen to be in the same group. You knew he was a popular rapper, and he knew you as the cousin of his close friend.

About a year passed.

One evening the phone vibrated.

Mark:
"Do you have time? We need to talk. It's important."

You agreed to meet.

An hour later, you were sitting in a small cafe. Mark looked unusually serious.

"I have a problem," he finally said. "After the divorce, my ex-wife still pretends we're together. She comes to events, interferes in my life, and doesn't believe it's over between us."

You listened silently.

“I need a person she will trust.”

"What does this have to do with me?" you asked, surprised.

Mark was silent for a moment.

"Because you're not in show business. You're not chasing popularity and you won't run off to tell the press about it. And... I trust you."

He took a deep breath.

• I need you to become my wife.

You almost choked on your drink.

• What?..

"It's just a sham. Just for a while. Until she finally realizes that things are truly over between us."

There was silence in the cafe.

You looked at Mark, trying to figure out if he was joking or completely serious.

One thing was clear from his face.

He wasn't joking.

Mark had a wife who enjoyed fame and didn't want to accept their separation. She continued to attend events, calling herself Mark's companion. He wanted to get rid of her.