(NON) PRETEND HUSBAND
You've got to hate me

"You must promise not to be sad or down because of your past. Only then will I promise to fulfill all your desires, whatever they may be."

The promise of Kian when the two of them were visiting Grandma Sofia's grave was ringing back. Ann threw her body into the bed and closed her eyes for a moment, hoping that any memory of Kian slowly but surely starting to poison her brain contents disappeared along with the carbon dioxide she exhaled.

The more kind she is, the deeper Ann's guilt goes to her pretended husband. It should have been from the beginning that he resolutely refused their marriage. A good guy might even be too good, Ann doesn't deserve him. Their togetherness will only make the two hurt each other. He deserves a much better woman than him. So the best decision he can take right now is to let go of Kian so that he doesn't need to be tied up again.

Since tomorrow was Sunday, Ann had been planning to sleep all day. He wanted to avoid Kian as well as get used to not relying on the man. Moreover, for a long time he did not enjoy quality sleep since living at home with Kian. Ann is often restless and not restful, unlike when she sleeps in bed with her fake husband.

This whole day was exhausting for Ann. Many events that make his emotions rise and fall drastically. And the worst is the story of Papa and Mama's past.

Drttt .. drrtt ...

Ann felt her nightstand still with her eyes closed. As soon as the flat rectangular object was touched by her hand, Ann grabbed it and noticed the incoming chat.

Chat from Kian. Ann frowned in wonder. Why send a message if they are still on the same roof?

[I've thought about it. And I decided I wouldn't part with you before a year. It's still three months, Ann. Hold on a little more with me.]

Ann's eyes warmed up again reading the message.

'And why is it so hard for you to understand my position?' ann groans in heart. Her tears started to drip but Ann quickly wiped them away.

The next day, the vibration of the phone that Ann put on the table last night made her forced to open her eyes. Groping the nightstand, Ann pulled her blindfold away limply.

"Hello," said Ann hoarsely.

"Beb, I'm in the lobby. What is your elevator access code? Last night your chat was automatically deleted on my phone."

Ann jerks. Right, he made a deal with Daren this morning!

"Two five eight seven, you just go up, yeah. I'm gonna take a shower!" Ann jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom.

"Okay, I'm going up in fifteen minutes, yeah!"

"Yes already. I'll take a shower."

Tit.

Ann turned around and threw her phone to the bed. She opened the black dress she had been wearing since yesterday and went into the bathroom. He had to hurry before Daren arrived first.

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