While Kim and Elena were still in shock, Ivy had already placed the hastily written contract in front of Ethan.

Her half-dried hair fell in light waves around her shoulders, accentuating her delicate frame.

“This is the one-year marriage agreement I quickly drafted,” she said. “If there’s anything you need me to do during the marriage, don’t hesitate to ask. I’ll fulfill my role as your wife.”

“After the divorce, I won’t ask for ...