I tried to calm down as I thought he was joking around, so I asked him again, "What are you even talking about with this agreement?" He replied, "I'm not joking around; I'm serious. You're really my wife by the agreement you signed. You can read it again if you want..."
I took my time to read the agreement, and it stated that I was his lawful wife. The agreement stipulated that we could only divorce when both parties agreed to separate. If one party was not in agreement, divorce would not be granted. Furthermore, it specified that if either party forcefully divorced or separated without following the proper divorce process, they would be required to provide a compensation of 100 million.
Confusion overwhelmed me as I tried to comprehend the agreement and its implications. Tears welled up in my eyes, and my mind was a blank slate. The only question echoing in my thoughts was: "Why me? Why are you doing this, and what is your purpose?"
I was about to ask him my questions, but Mr. J interrupted me and instructed me to gather all my belongings. He offered to drive me home and drop me off at Aiden's place.
I stopped Mr. J and insisted on getting my answers right then and there. I raised my voice at Aiden, but he remained surprisingly calm and led me into his office, ignoring the curious glances of the staff. I continued to scream and demand answers from him.
I was on the verge of shouting, but he gripped my wrist firmly and guided me to sit on the couch in his office. However, I couldn't stay seated and, as he moved away, I pushed forward. I approached him while he stood by the glass window, offering a clear view of the beautiful city. I was far from calm, but I forced myself to relax and gather my thoughts, preparing to ask him what was going on.
Now, can you please explain why all of this, Mr. Aiden?
I had been feeling bored and alone for the past few years...
so?
He started speaking again, as if he had understood what I was going to ask him.
I woke up from my dream at last, startled by someone waking me up from behind. It was Mr. J, the one who had been chatting away while I dozed off. The dream had felt incredibly realistic and left me with an uneasy feeling.
Here comes Mr. Aiden again, this time with some papers. Oh God, I don't know why I'm so nervous, but this time I'm sure I won't sign the papers neglectfully. I'll read them fully. Maybe that dream was a premonition, a warning that I should be careful.
He came and sat in front of me where the sofa was laid and started explaining the contract. Meanwhile, I'm searching and reading everything in the document. I'm so anxious about the document, but I still managed not to show it in front of them.
I'm relaxed when I found out that there's nothing to be afraid of in the document. With confidence, I signed and gave it to him. He took it with a cold face. I didn't understand why he is so angry when he is so calm, knowing I faked my name.
As I walked through the bustling streets, the rhythmic beats in my headphones failed to drown out the persistent thoughts echoing in my mind. The dream lingered, a perplexing enigma that had invaded my subconscious. Why did it feel so vivid, so unsettlingly real? Questions swirled, and I found myself pondering the significance of that particular person in the dream—Aiden. Amidst the sea of faces, why him? Was it a mere reflection of my own musings, or did it carry a deeper meaning? The city buzzed around me, indifferent to the internal turmoil, and I couldn't escape the unspoken questions that echoed within.
The haunting notion crept in—what if the unsettling dream held a prophetic weight? The mere contemplation sent shivers down my spine. The dream, once dismissed as mere subconscious chaos, now seemed like a forewarning, leaving me grappling with the ominous possibilities it might conceal.
Perhaps I'm not escaping the clutches of these dreams as swiftly as I anticipate. The surreal tendrils of the dreamworld linger, intertwining with reality in a disconcerting dance that leaves me questioning the boundaries between the two realms......
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Echoes of Transformation
General Fiction"I'll love you as intensely as you dislike being loved." "You'll miss me and long for my presence when I'm not around." "I'll show you both heaven and hell, making each moment so captivating that you'll yearn for every tick of the clock." "You'll ha...