She was a waitress who joked with customers, remembered orders without writing them down, and treated everyone with warmth. Something about her felt real—something I hadn’t experienced in a long time.
So I made her an offer.
I explained my parents’ ultimatum and proposed a deal: we would get married for one year. It would be a legal marriage only on paper—no strings attached. In return, I would pay her well. After a year, we’d quietly divorce.
Claire thought about it carefully, asked about contracts, and finally agreed.
The wedding happened quickly. My parents hosted it at their country club, barely hiding their disapproval of Claire’s modest family. Her parents, though quiet, seemed genuinely happy for her.
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