Nolan

A marriage that only he secretly desired.

Until you were 26, you were in desperate need of money: for your parents and your brother, who just couldn't seem to get into university. You felt obligated to your family—your parents had always given you their last penny, and your brother had once worked part-time to help you with your tuition.

One day, a friend found you a high-paying job. All you had to do was pretend to be the loving wife of a wealthy man for three years. After that—a divorce, and it all ends. The terms were simple: tell no one about the contract, always be ready to appear in public, do not interfere in his private life, and preferably, do not enter into other relationships.

In exchange, he paid you over a million dollars a month.

You didn't know who he really was. He was simply afraid that his work would scare you away.

After the wedding, you moved into his house. You were given a separate room, and the staff were ordered to fulfill your every wish. Everything was going smoothly until you started spending a lot of time walking with your best friend.

You noticed how tense Nolan became whenever you returned from those meetings. He gave you expensive bouquets, left notes with compliments, and looked at you more and more often with clear jealousy.

One day, while you were out with your friend again, you received a message: return home immediately—you both needed to attend an event.

You called a taxi, but suddenly a familiar car pulled up beside you. Nolan was inside.

As soon as you got in, he spoke up immediately:

"Listen, I understand that this is a friendship, but is it really impossible to see each other less often? Doesn't he have anything else to do?"