Page 14 of His Infatuated Wife

Oh, Jacques.

"You can't fix what's not broken," I say helplessly. "And I'm not broken. I never was. All I am is just someone who's hopelessly in love with you."

His handsome face whitens at the words, but I can't take it back.

"You're a fool," he grits out.

A smile wobbles over my lips. "That's true. From the very start, I was a fool over you---"

"Stop saying such things, dammit."

Anger flashes in his gaze, and frustration seethes in his tone.

But there's nothing I can do to comfort him.

"I can't, Jacques. And I don't want to---"

"Then you really are a fool," he says flatly, "because nothing has changed."

And just like before, all I can do is watch him walk away.

My brain tells me that I should give up.

But my heart refuses to lose hope even as my tears fall endlessly down my cheeks.

I don't care what the world says.

I don't care.

All I know is what I feel.

And I know we're meant to be.

And as it turns out...

Jacques

"You have to be fucking kidding me."

It's the morning after I had to break Riri's heart.

Again.

Needless to say, the realization that I've caused her pain hasn't put me in a good mood.

And now this.

"If it means anything," George says mildly, "this is the same contract our law firm had to present to your father, and before him, your grandfather---"

He breaks off as I snatch the document in his hands.

Since this is my fucking life we're talking about, I'd be an idiot to just take Greg's word for it.

I need to see and read this for myself.

And unfortunately, it's everything my lawyer says it is.

To maintain control and ownership of the university and the opera house, I've got to marry one of the students currently enrolled in our music department.

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