“Have you been waiting long?” Damian asked as he met Claire at a restaurant not far from the office.

“No.”

“Have you ordered food yet?” Damian inquired.

“Before we eat, I want to discuss my conditions,” Claire said, reaching into her bag to pull out an envelope and hand it to Damian.

Damian opened the envelope and read the draft contract inside.

“Conditions proposed by the Second Party: First, respect each party's personal decisions and private life. Second, the Second Party will not perform the duties of a wife in serving her husband. Third, once the Second Party becomes pregnant, the First Party has no right to touch her. Fourth, the Second Party will not resign from her job at the company. Fifth, maintain fidelity for the duration of the marriage. Sixth, file for divorce immediately after the baby is born. Seventh, the baby will remain with the Second Party until at least five years of age.”

“I don’t agree,” Damian said plainly after reading through the conditions.

“Which part don’t you agree with?” Claire asked.

“Point three, point six, and point seven. I’m the one making the offer, so I decide when this marriage ends,” Damian stated firmly.

“Why? I don’t agree to that.”

“Clair, this marriage will be legally binding in the eyes of both the state and religion. So, I expect us to act like a married couple until the divorce is filed,” Damian explained.

“I will take care of all your needs, whether you choose to work or not. I won’t make an issue of it. I will help you get revenge on Jeremi and Anna, but in return, do as I ask,” Damian added.

“Then when do you want our marriage to end?” Claire pressed.

“Definitely after the child I want is born into our lives. And the baby will be raised by me,” Damian replied stubbornly.

Claire let out a deep sigh. “Fine,” she conceded.

“Tomorrow, we’ll meet my lawyer to revise this agreement,” Damian said.

There was no turning back for Claire. She had already accepted the offer, and she couldn't retreat now. At the very least, her heartbreak would soon be avenged.

Claire stood between two graves covered in green grass. Her parents' names were neatly carved into the tombstones.

“Mom, Dad, Claire’s here,” she whispered softly. “At first, I didn’t know how to move forward. I had lost all direction in life. The person I trusted most betrayed and lied to me without second thoughts. Honestly, I didn't have the courage to continue living with another man because of this trauma. But after thinking it through, I need to avenge this heartache against those who hurt and ruined my life.”

“Mom, Dad, you once told me to forgive other people's mistakes, to be a good person so good karma would follow. But look at me now, my life was merely used, and my kindness was taken for granted by them.” Tears welled up in her eyes as she spoke, recalling how her aunt and uncle had pressured her to cancel the wedding without demanding anything from Jeremi.

They had even been cruel enough to reuse all the preparations Claire had arranged for her own wedding with Jeremi. From the makeup artist whose deposit had already been paid, they shamelessly went ahead with everything. Every single detail Claire had prepared was used—the only thing that changed was the bride, who was no longer Claire.

Yes, that was how heartless they were. The very people who claimed to love her, using their daily shelter and food as leverage over her.

“Just this once, please let me get revenge, Mom, Dad. Allow me to settle this pain, even if it might be wrong. Maybe this way, my heart won't hurt as much every time I see them,” Claire murmured.

Claire and Damian went to meet his lawyer. There, they agreed upon the refined terms of the contract and signed it.

“Alright, I’ll keep the original copy, and you each take a signed copy,” Jack, the lawyer, said as he handed the documents to both of them.

After handling the agreement, they walked out of Jack’s office.

“Have you eaten?” Damian asked.

“Not yet, I came straight here,” Claire replied.

“Let’s grab food then,” Damian said, extending his hand toward Claire.

Claire knit her brows in confusion. “W-what?” she asked innocently.

“You’re my fiancée now. Am I not allowed to hold my fiancée’s hand?” Damian asked calmly.

Claire reached out and took Damian’s hand.

“With me, you will never experience heartbreak again. I’ll treat you extremely well—especially in bed,” Damian whispered, making Claire’s eyes widen in shock.

Damian chuckled softly at her adorable expression.

They walked to the parking garage together. Damian opened the passenger door for Claire, which surprised her quite a bit.

“I didn’t think you were capable of acts of service. I thought you only knew how to get angry,” Claire teased.

“Like I told you, you don’t know me yet. You’ll be happy with me, and I’ll treat you very well, even if our marriage is just a contract,” Damian assured her, leaving Claire silent.

Before long, they arrived at a restaurant and ordered their meals.

“It’s the weekend—don’t you have any plans?” Damian asked.

“I do,” Claire replied.

“Oh really? With whom?”

“With my fierce boss,” Claire retorted. “Aren’t we out together right now? Thanks to you, I can’t even use my day off to rest.”

“You really are one of a kind, Turtle,” Damian remarked.

“Oh yeah? What makes me so different?” Claire asked, genuinely curious.

“You’re unique,” he said, making Claire laugh. “And turns out, you’re much more talkative than I thought.”

“Of course. I talk a lot when I’m with someone who actually listens to me well,” she replied with a light chuckle.

They chatted and enjoyed their meal, breaking into laughter every now and then. One thing Claire was beginning to realize about Damian was that he seemed to have two completely different personalities. His demeanor inside the office was starkly different from how he acted outside.

“How’s the food?” Damian asked.

“Yeah, it’s pretty good,” Claire answered.

“Do women like eating messily so their man can wipe it for them?” Damian asked, making Claire frown in confusion—until Damian reached his hand across the table to wipe a smudge of food from the corner of her lips.

“Like this, I mean,” Damian murmured softly.

Claire froze in place. She felt her heart skip a beat, but she quickly brushed the feeling aside.

“Thank you,” Claire said softly, refocusing on her food. “If you don’t mind me asking, what’s your next move?” she asked, shifting the subject.

“My plan? Well, proposing to you, of course. What else? After that, I’ll introduce you to my family and we’ll prepare for the wedding. The sooner, the better, right?” Damian said casually.

“Um, yeah. I guess so,” Claire replied.

“Claire?” a voice suddenly called out, making her turn toward the sound. A man was standing near their table.

“Jeremi?” Claire murmured in surprise.

Damian turned his head toward Jeremi, whose face instantly fell into utter shock.

“Damian?” Jeremi stammered, completely stunned to see Damian standing there.

***

“How can you two be together?” Jeremi looked back and forth between Claire and Damian.

Claire was speechless, her heart surging with intense emotions. Acceptance didn't mean she had forgotten or forgiven the betrayal of the man standing before her.

“Claire, what’s going on between you and Damian? What is all of this?” Jeremi asked, stepping toward her. But before he could take another step, Damian pressed his palm against Jeremi’s chest, blocking him.

“Don’t you dare go near her,” Damian said, stepping beside Claire, who remained rooted to the spot.

Damian could feel Claire’s body trembling, her hands clenched into tight fists. She was fighting to suppress her pain, rage, and resentment. Gently, Damian wrapped an arm around her shoulder and pulled her close to his side.

“You can see for yourself how close we are, Jeremi,” Damian replied, his eyes sharp and unyielding.

“Clair? Is all of this true? You and Damian?” Jeremi asked, trying to convince himself.

“We are over. You have no right to question my personal life,” Claire answered firm.

“I need to know, Clair,” Jeremi insisted stubbornly.

“Let’s just leave,” Claire pleaded, tears glistening in her eyes.

“Alright,” Damian agreed.

Without another word, Damian led Claire away, leaving Jeremi behind.

“Claire, I need an explanation! How can you just walk away?” Jeremi called out.

Damian and Claire walked past, leaving behind an increasingly emotional Jeremi.

Inside the car, Claire broke down into tears, and Damian didn't mind. He grabbed a tissue and handed it to her.

“When are you going to stop crying? I’ve been waiting for five minutes,” Damian said, sounding slightly exasperated.

“I’m sorry, could you please take me home?” Claire requested softly.

“Are you going to keep crying over him, Clair?” Damian asked.

“You don’t know how much this hurts. Five years wasn't a short time; we went through so many trials and hardships together,” Claire sobbed.

“And in the end, he left you the moment he became successful. Come on, Clair, stop fooling yourself,” Damian remarked bluntly.

“I was so foolish. I thought he was my home, my shelter and refuge, but he was just a temporary stop. The pain... it’s completely shattering my heart,” Claire murmured.

“The right person won't leave. If he left, it means he wasn't the right one for you. Get that through your head, and stop being so weak,” Damian said. “Your burden isn't even that heavy; you’re just making yourself weak. The weaker you act, the heavier it feels, and the harder it will be for you. When are you actually going to pull yourself together and move past this trauma?”

Damian stared at Claire intently, their eyes locking. Claire remained silent, her silent tears flowing as she found an odd sense of comfort in his sharp gaze.

“Can I... have a hug? Just for a moment?” Claire whispered.

Damian leaned in and pulled her into a warm embrace. He gently caressed her head, letting his warmth comfort her.

“You’re back, dear?” Anna called out, breaking her focus from her phone. Seeing Jeremi enter the bedroom, she quickly slipped her phone into a drawer and rushed over to him.

“Let me help you with your shirt,” Anna offered, her hands reaching toward his buttons.

“No need,” Jeremi replied coldly. Grabbing his sleepwear from the closet, he walked straight into the bathroom.

Anna could only stare at the closed door with hollow eyes.

Ever since they got married, Jeremi had treated her like a complete stranger. They shared the same room yet felt miles apart. Every night, Jeremi turned his back to her, spending hours staring at his phone and ignoring her completely.

“How long are you going to ignore me, Jeremi?” Anna muttered, wiping away a tear as she gently caressed her still-flat stomach.

Claire was stunned to see Damian standing at her front door.

“S-sir—”

“Call me by my name,” Damian interrupted.

“Why are you here this late?” Claire asked, clearly surprised by his unexpected visit.

“Are your aunt and uncle home?” Damian asked.

“Um, yes, they are. Please come in.” Claire stepped aside, inviting Damian inside. She then walked to the kitchen to prepare drinks and call her guardians.

Moments later, Aunt Terry, Uncle Cornor, and Claire sat in the living room, waiting for Damian to speak.

“Uncle, Aunt, I came here tonight to ask for Claire’s hand in marriage,” Damian stated firmly.

Terry and Cornor exchanged startled glances. Damian’s arrival was sudden, and proposing to their niece was entirely unexpected.

“If you don't mind me asking, how long have you two known each other?” Terry inquired gently.

“For two years,” Damian replied smoothly. “Claire and I work at the same company. I am her manager.”

“So, what is your answer to my proposal? If you both approve, I will return promptly with my parents,” Damian added with complete seriousness.

Claire stared at Damian. He looked entirely earnest, showing no signs of playing a role.

“Claire, what do you think? Your aunt and I are here as your guardians, but the final decision is yours. We will support whatever choice you make,” Cornor offered reassuringly.

Claire looked back and forth between Damian and her guardians.

“Yes, I accept,” Claire answered, taking Terry completely by surprise. Terry looked at Claire with deep concern.

“Are you sure, Khay? Please think about this carefully,” Terry cautioned.

“I am sure, Auntie.”

***