The contract husband’s
unforgettable first love has returned
I married Lucas Bradford for my rare blood
type.
We signed a contract: I’d give his mom a
blood transfusion once a month, and he’d pay
me $30,000.
Three years went by. I took the money and
dealt with his mother’s BS.
Until his perfect–on–paper ex, Sunny Duval,
came back from overseas. I’d saved enough
money and was ready for a divorce.
But for some goddamn reason, Lucas
wouldn’t bring it up…
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I figured he was too caught up in his long-
lost love’s return to remember, so I found him
to remind him.
“Sunny’s back. Shouldn’t we end our little
arrangement?”
Lucas put his hand over his phone’s
microphone, frowning at me like I was a
goddamn cockroach.
“What’s the rush, Riley? You in a hurry to
die?”
“We’ll talk later.”
Then, he switched to a gentle, loving tone,
**** 980 4y bloss
RH–negative, and they couldn’t find a match.
Then he ran into me after I’d given blood to
my grandfather.
He saw my test results, with that RH–negative
staring back at him.
He grabbed my arm, eyes full of hope.
We made a deal.
I’d marry him, in name only, just to piss off
Sunny. And I’d give his mom blood once a
month.
In return, he’d give me $30,000 every month,
and treat me like a damn queen.
My grandpa, the only family I had, needed
く
surgery and a ton of cash.
It was a no–brainer.
It was like that saying: “Only in the big citý do
you find opportunities like this.”
It was true.
I, who grew up in the sticks, came to the big
city and landed a long–term job paying thirty
grand a month.
Way better than washing dishes.
Lucas and I had no feelings for each other,
only a financial transaction.
For three years, I’d been a damn good
contract wife.
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I kept away the gold diggers and listened to
his mom’s crap, letting her vent.
She hated my background, saying I was a
hick.
She thought I was nothing compared to Sunny
and told Lucas to divorce me.
I didn’t give a shit. She wasn’t paying me.
I just had to fulfill my contract with Lucas.
Once Lucas left, his mom came downstairs.
She was wearing a fur coat, barely hiding her
glee.
“Oh, Sunny’s back, and some people are still
here?”
“If you had any sense, you’d pack your bags.
and get the hell out!”
