"Please enjoy your meal." Said a handsome man as he placed the customer's order.

"Can I have your number?" Asked a high school girl in uniform to the handsome man. The hysterical screams of her friends made the handsome man smile thinly.

"Sorry, I swing the other way." He replied and walked away, leaving the customers surprised by his answer.

Zayn, a twenty-one year old man. He worked in a cafe owned by his friend. His good looks made any woman admire him. Not only that, many openly expressed their liking for Zayn. It's just that, Zayn always refused in a slightly extreme way. Where, he would always say he 'swung the other way' so that women would no longer be interested in him.

"You're crazy! Be careful telling them that you're gay!" Exclaimed a man with glasses to Zayn, who came closer to him.

"Oh my God, Ki… Ki…, if I don't do that, they'll keep asking for my number. That's the only way! You don't know how tiring it is to be handsome," said Zayn confidently.

Riki, Zayn's friend, immediately glared cynically. He admitted that Zayn was handsome, but wasn't he too? Well, even if it was only half handsome. Riki and Zayn had been friends for a long time, even since they were in junior high school. Now, both of them worked in the same cafe as waiters.

"Having one girlfriend is not a problem, aren't you tired of being single for decades?" Riki said while patting Zayn's shoulder.

"Haaah… I've never thought about it, Ki, my life has a lot of problems. It's just an added burden if I'm in a relationship, not to mention the girl demanding this and that. I want to focus on Grandma's recovery first. You know? She's the only family I have," Zayn replied as he cleaned up the empty glasses and took them to the kitchen.

Riki was silent, he looked at Zayn who was back taking orders. Riki was amazed by his best friend's persistence. Where, Zayn had to support his grandmother who was suffering from liver cancer. Making the handsome man had to work extra hard to finance his grandmother's treatment. The salary they received, of course, was still not enough for the treatment costs.

"Zayn, how about you look for a job with a bigger salary? For example, in a company?" Riki suggested.

Zayn raised the right corner of his lips, "Being what? A janitor?" He joked.

"Duh, you're smart. I'm sure you'll be accepted into the company, rather than working as a waiter like this. The salary is only three million, if you work in a company, it can be up to seven million. Promotion, could be even more," Riki persuaded.

Zayn was silent, he did intend to quit his current job and look for a better job. However, many people said that applying for a job at a company was very difficult to be accepted without an inside connection. What could Zayn, who was just an ordinary man who had only ever worked as a waiter, do?

"Here, take a look, the Wiratama company is opening vacancies. Try it, who knows, it might be your lucky day," said Riki, showing a piece of news from his cellphone.

"I'm only a high school graduate, Ki, I won't pass. They're definitely looking for graduates, what am I? Just an iced cappuccino," Zayn refused with a little joke.

Riki shook his head, he pulled his phone back and turned it off. Actually, Zayn was a bright student, in fact he had always been ranked first since elementary school. Unfortunately, he couldn't continue his studies due to limited funds. As for scholarships, Zayn failed to get one.

"I'm going back to work," Zayn said goodbye and walked away from there.

Riki shook his head slowly, "Zayn... Zayn... you're handsome, smart, but you always overthink. Let alone me who's just mediocre. Just be grateful for life." he muttered softly.

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Finished working, Zayn returned to his house. A shabby house located in the slums of the capital city. With a smile that always appeared on his lips, the man intended to open the door of his house. Seeing Zayn's presence, a girl came closer and patted the man's shoulder gently.

"Brother Zayn,"

Zayn turned, he looked at the short-haired girl with a surprised look. "Eh Lita, what's wrong?" He asked as he got rid of his surprised expression.

"Grandma is not at home, Brother, she fainted in the bathroom earlier. So Lita and mom took Grandma to the hospital," said the girl named Lita, which made Zayn's face turn pale.

"Grandma fainted?! Which hospital was she taken to?!" Zayn shouted with a flushed face holding back his tears.

"Lentera Kasih Hospital, but Grandma was..."

Without waiting for Lita to finish her words, Zayn immediately ran away. Leaving Lita who looked at his departure with a heavy sigh. Maybe, Zayn was too worried. So he ignored the rest of her words.

Zayn then boarded public transportation to get to the intended hospital. He didn't have any vehicle, so he had to take public transportation or walk. Usually when he worked, Riki picked him up. He didn't have a lot of money to buy a vehicle.

Arriving at the hospital, Zayn immediately asked the receptionist where his grandmother's room was. "Tulip Room number thirteen? Okay, thank you, Nurse." Zayn said and ran to the room the nurse had told him.

Arriving at his grandmother's treatment room, Zayn looked for his grandmother's bed among the beds in the room. Until, his steps stopped in the corner of the room. Where, his grandmother was lying weakly on the bed accompanied by a middle-aged woman. Seeing Zayn's arrival, the woman immediately got up from her seat.

"How is Grandma, Ma'am?" Zayn asked in a half whisper, worried that his grandmother's rest would be disturbed by him.

"Her condition is getting worse, the doctor was looking for you earlier. He wanted to convey something about your grandmother's condition. Since you're here, I'll go home," said the middle-aged woman.

Zayn nodded, "Thank you, Mrs. Devi, and I'm sorry, Zayn hasn't been able to pay the rent yet. Later, when Zayn gets paid..."

"Don't worry about it, take care of your grandmother first. In that case, I'll go home," she interrupted.

Mrs. Devi was the owner of the rented house that Zayn lived in, she and her family were very kind to Zayn and his grandmother. Sometimes, Zayn felt bad because he was always behind on rent payments. However, Mrs. Devi always gave him leeway to pay it. Lita, Mrs. Devi's daughter, also always came to see Grandma's condition while Zayn was working.

"Are you Dian's grandson?" Asked the doctor who suddenly came to see Zayn.

"Yes, doctor, that's right. I'm Dian's grandson, how is my grandmother's condition, doctor?" Zayn asked with red eyes holding back the tears that were about to fall.

"Didn't I tell you to routinely take your grandmother to chemo? The liver cancer she is suffering from has reached stage four. You haven't forgotten what I said before, have you?" Explained the doctor, which made Zayn bow his head.

"I don't have the money, doctor, Grandma's treatment is very expensive," Zayn said softly, wiping away his tears that finally fell.

The doctor sighed slowly, then patted the shoulder of the young man in front of him. All this time, he knew Zayn and his grandmother well. The young man in front of him loved his grandmother very much. "I hope you are given convenience. For now, your grandmother is weak. I have given her an IV and also injected vitamins," said the doctor.

"But doctor, the cost..."

"Save it for the next chemo, I can't help much," interrupted the doctor which made Zayn slumped weakly.

A beautiful woman stepped out of her car. Sunglasses sat elegantly on her sharp nose, and her wavy black hair added to her allure. Her glowing fair skin enhanced her enchanting presence. With graceful strides, she walked into a grand house, keeping her gaze straight ahead.

"Shea!" The stunning woman turned to see a middle-aged woman approaching with an annoyed expression.

"Where have you been? Working again? Oh my, Shea. Mom has arranged a meeting for you with Richard. Why didn’t you show up, huh?!" scolded the middle-aged woman.

Shea Lexix Wiratama, a beautiful woman and the CEO of Wiratama Company. After her father passed away, Shea took over the family business. She was also a divorced mother of two, having parted ways with her husband three years ago. Now, her mother was trying to set her up with several men. Unfortunately, Shea felt no interest.

"Mom, I’m tired after the office. Can we talk about this later?" Shea replied, slightly annoyed.

The middle-aged woman’s eyes widened, "See, this is why Mom wants you to marry again. So someone can help you at the office. I’ll find you a man who’s on par with our family. So your kids can also have a father figure. Richard is a widower without children; he would surely accept your kids." She exclaimed, frustration evident in her voice.

Shea sighed heavily; she was tired of her mother trying to matchmake her. She believed she didn’t need a man. The failed marriage left her with no desire to remarry. Still, her mother kept pushing her to find a husband, arguing it was for the sake of their children needing a father.

“Enough, Mom. I’m tired. Why don’t you just marry him instead? You’re a widow too,” Shea said casually, turning to leave her mother, who stood speechless at her response.

“A child with no morals! How could she suggest her mother marry again!” Daisy hissed in annoyance.

Shea intended to enter her room, feeling exhausted after a long day at work. However, her steps halted right in front of the sky-blue door. She inadvertently overheard a loud voice from inside. Slowly, Shea pressed her ear against the door.

“Halgaaiii akuuu, jaga pelacaankuuu, aku bukan diaaa, dia bukan dilikuuu huooo .... Dia cuka kamuuu, aku cuka maltabaakk. Halgai akuuu huooo!!”

Shea bit her lip, suppressing laughter. Gradually, she decided to open the bedroom door. Surprisingly, the room light was off. There was no sound; it was utterly quiet. Shea felt confused because she had just heard a child’s cheerful singing. She decided to turn on the light, revealing a mound of blankets on the bed.

“Ah, looks like someone is inviting Mommy to play,” Shea murmured with a smirk.

She turned off the light again and stepped into the room, remembering to close the door behind her. A moment later, a beam of light appeared from the bed. Seeing this, Shea immediately turned the room light back on. There it was, an adorable child staring at her with wide eyes.

“MOMMY!” he exclaimed in surprise.

“Wow, Kai is inviting Mommy to play, huh? What time is it? Why are you still playing with the iPad?” Shea said as she approached the bed.

Kai Zaviyar Rowan, an adorable four-year-old boy. A handsome child with endearing antics, he always broke the rules set by his mommy. Just like now, he was still playing with his iPad during his bedtime.

“Nda ada yang ajak, Mommy cana tidul,” Kai retorted, causing Shea to widen her mouth in disbelief.

“Kai, what time is it now? Come on, put down your iPad and go to sleep. You have school tomorrow, right? Your teacher called Mommy because you skipped out again this morning! How long will you keep ignoring what Mommy says?” Shea scolded, exasperated.

Kai pressed his lips together in annoyance, glancing at his mommy standing beside his bed. "Mommy, you never listen to Kai. You never bring home a new daddy, always the same old daddy. Not even a maltabak." Kai grumbled.

Shea stared in disbelief; how could her son say that? A new daddy, he said? Shea slapped her forehead lightly. It was definitely his mother who had poisoned the thoughts of that adorable child. Originally, Kai had never demanded a new daddy, but recently that cute little boy had been asking for one. He claimed that all his school friends were picked up by their daddies, but he wasn’t.

"Kai, stop talking about a new daddy." Shea admonished.

"Oma said that mommy is a widow, so I can have a new daddy. Kai wants to be picked up by daddy, not by Mr. Cupil!" Kai shouted with frustration.

"Oh my God, sleep or ...,"

"MOMMY DOESN'T LOVE KAI! MOMMY ONLY LOVES BIG BROTHER! KAI WANTS A NEW DADDY IF THERE'S NO ONE TO LOVE KAI!" Kai yelled, shocking Shea.

Kai's breathing was heavy, his eyes glistening with tears. He stared at his mommy, his face flushed with suppressed emotion. Shea had never heard her little boy say such things before. This was the first time, and Kai even dared to shout at her.

"Go to sleep; you have school tomorrow." Shea requested, stepping out of her son's room. The woman's heart ached; she never expected Kai to say that to her. Shea gently closed Kai's bedroom door and rested her head against it, fighting back her tears.

"Mommy."

Shea lifted her head, and she saw a seven-year-old boy looking at her with an expressionless gaze. The corners of Shea's lips turned up; she wiped her face and quickly approached the boy.

"Azriel, aren't you asleep yet, darling?" Shea asked as she went to him, her firstborn son, Azriel Ezario Rowan, who was quiet by nature.

"Is little brother angry?" the boy asked with a worried expression.

"No, it's just that your little brother always cries when he's told not to do something. Come on, let's go to your room." Shea said, intending to take him with her.

"Mommy, I can go by myself. It’s better if you stay and accompany little brother to sleep. Goodnight, Mommy."

Shea stood in silence with sad eyes; she watched her son walk away from her. A heavy sigh escaped her lips; Shea's gaze fell to the floor. She felt that she couldn't be a good mother to both of her children. She hadn't been fair to either of them. Her divorce from her ex-husband had undoubtedly had a significant impact on her kids.

"Am I... a bad mother?" Shea's thoughts raced as she held back the tightness in her chest. She then decided to enter her room.

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Tired from working all day, Zayn had fallen asleep sitting in a chair next to the gurney. The man didn’t realize that his grandmother had woken up and was watching him. The wrinkled hand of the elderly woman lifted, trying to stroke Zayn's head that was resting on the edge of the gurney. Before Grandma Dian could touch him, Zayn woke up first.

"Grandma, you're awake?" Zayn exclaimed with enthusiasm, his eyes still red from sleep.

"Are you tired? Go back to sleep; Grandma won't disturb you." The elderly woman said weakly.

Zayn shook his head; he grasped his grandmother's wrinkled hand and held it gently. Then, he placed that hand on his cheek, gazing at Grandma Dian with watery eyes. "I'm sorry, Grandma; I can't fully help with your treatment yet. But I will try to earn money, so you can get better," he said softly.

"Don't, dear. It's pointless. Grandma is old; soon I will join your grandfather." Zayn could no longer hold back his tears; his grandmother's words were truly heart-wrenching.

"Don't say that, Grandma. Who will I have if I don't have you? You're all I have; if you're gone, who do I have? Hiks ... Grandma has to hold on, I don't want to be alone." Zayn said, tears streaming down his face.

Grandma Dian's wrinkled hands gently caressed her grandson's face as she gazed at the handsome young man with tear-filled eyes. "You can find a wife, you’re old enough to get married," Grandma Dian said, attempting to lighten the mood.

"Grandma!! Ugh, Zayn is still a kid. What are you going to feed Zayn's wife later, rocks?" Zayn replied, exasperated.

Grandma Dian smiled, tenderly stroking her grandson's face. Since he was a baby, she had cared for Zayn, nurturing him into the handsome man he was now. She was all he had; if she gave up, she didn't know who Zayn would be with. But she was also weary from battling her illness at this time.

"Grandma hopes that there will be a woman who will love you sincerely," Grandma Dian whispered as she watched her grandson's smile.

After eating and taking his medication, Grandma Dian fell asleep again. Zayn turned on his phone, which he had turned off earlier. A message from Riki appeared, asking about his grandmother’s condition. Perhaps his friend had heard from Lita. He replied to Riki's message. Suddenly, Zayn fell silent.

"There’s a job opening at Wiratama company, should I give it a try?" Zayn muttered. His gaze shifted to his grandmother, who was sleeping soundly. Then he let out a heavy sigh; his head was pounding right now.

"I might as well give it a shot," Zayn decided.

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Zayn stood in front of a tall building, gazing up at its towering structure with bright, eager eyes. He then lowered his head, focusing on the brown folder in his hand. According to his plan, Zayn was going to apply for a job at the company. He hoped to be accepted for the best position available.

"Hopefully, there's a chance for me to get into this company," Zayn thought to himself as he stepped inside the building.

"Excuse me, how can we help you?" asked the receptionist upon seeing Zayn's arrival.

"Excuse me, I would like to apply for a job. I heard there are openings here, right?" Zayn replied politely.

"Sure, you can go up to the fifth floor. A member of our staff will guide you there," the receptionist explained.

Zayn nodded and walked toward the elevator. Just as the elevator doors were about to close, a toy car belonging to a small child suddenly blocked the closing doors. The doors opened again to reveal an adorable child with a wide smile who stepped into the lift. He adjusted his car with the remote in his hand and placed it on his right side.

"Nice toy you have," Zayn praised with a smile.

"Of course, this is pajelo..." The child's chatter stopped when he looked up and saw Zayn's perfect round eyes.

"Remember what Grandma said, find a tall, fair, handsome, kind daddy. If you find him, ask if he wants to be your mommy's boyfriend?" The child recalled his grandmother's words and turned his attention back to the man who was still smiling at him.

"Uncle, do you want to be Mommy Kai's boyfriend? Mommy Kai is a widow." Kai said, leaving Zayn in disbelief.

"Uncle is here to apply for a job, not to be your dad, kid," Zayn replied.

Ding!

The elevator doors opened, and Zayn quickly stepped out, leaving Kai blinking in surprise. The child thought Zayn was very handsome, fitting for his mommy, who looked so beautiful. A smile spread across Kai's face as he grabbed his car and ran out of the elevator.

CKLEK!

"MOMMY! MOMMY! MOMMY!" Kai shouted as he entered his mommy's workspace.

"What is it? Mommy is working, Kai. You promised not to disturb Mommy while she's working," Shea replied, her eyes still glued to her laptop.

"Mommy, Kai met a tall daddy today," Kai said, causing Shea's fingers to freeze above the keyboard.

"Kai, please don't start again," Shea sighed wearily.

"Kai wants that white uncle to be his new daddy! I'm not asking for Maltabak, I want a new daddy!" Kai insisted.

Shea rubbed her aching head, facing her son’s relentless requests for a new daddy every day. Even at home, her mother was pressuring her to find a husband. Shea was exhausted; she just wanted a moment of peace. But it seemed impossible.

"Kai, how about Mommy buys you a hundred Maltabaks instead? If it works out, I'll order them now," Shea said as she reached for her phone, which was right next to her laptop.

"Brother wants Bulgel! Kai wants a new daddy, not Bulgel! Mommy loves only Brother! Kai isn't loved! Mommy doesn't love Kai!" Kai exclaimed, his breath quickening.

"Kai, Mommy—"

Knock!

Knock!

Shea exhaled deeply, closing her eyes for a moment to steady her emotions. Then, she tried to act as normally as possible. Meanwhile, Kai hugged his toy car, his expression showing anger.

"Come in!" Shea called out.

Cklek!

A man entered Shea's office carrying several folders. He approached his boss and handed her the folders he had brought. "Here are some CVs I received and have already screened. You can review them yourself, Boss," the man said.

Shea furrowed her brow, then grabbed some of the folders and opened them one by one. Her hand paused when she saw a CV belonging to Zayn; she was intrigued and wanted to read its contents. "Please call the applicant named Zayn to my office," she instructed.

"Zayn? But I think Zayn was only positioned as a cleaning service since his previous job was a waiter," the man replied, confused.

“Are you already bored working here and pretending to be the boss, huh?” Shea said with her cold stare.

The man stuttered, quickly nodding and stepping outside to call Zayn. Soon after, he returned with Zayn walking behind him. “Boss, here’s the person you asked for.”

Shea’s gaze lifted as she looked at Zayn standing in front of her. She requested some time alone to speak with Zayn, prompting the man to leave and return to his work. Zayn remained motionless, unsure of what to do in this CEO’s office.

“Please, have a seat,” Shea invited.

Hesitantly, Zayn sat down in a chair directly across from Shea. He still hadn’t realized Kai’s presence there. Unlike him, Kai was intensely focused on Zayn as he looked toward his mother and tugged at her hand.

“Kai, wait a moment. Don’t disturb Mommy; go play for a bit,” Shea admonished.

“That’s Kai’s daddy, Mommy,” Kai asked, making Shea widen her eyes in surprise.

“Don’t joke around now, Kai!” Shea whispered.

“Kai wants a new daddy, Mommy!” Kai whined.

Shea pinched the bridge of her nose; her son was once again whining for a new father. If this continued every day, her head might just explode. She was already exhausted from work, not to mention her son constantly asking for a new dad. Her attention returned to Zayn, who was still bowing his head.

“He... is quite handsome,” Shea admitted to herself, acknowledging Zayn’s attractiveness.

“You used to be a waiter, even though you had good grades in school. Why didn’t you apply to a company from the beginning?” Shea asked, making Zayn flinch with nerves.

“I... I’m a pessimistic person, so I thought I wouldn’t be accepted. Besides, I only graduated from high school,” Zayn replied softly.

Shea nodded in understanding, going silent for a moment as she considered something. Her gaze fell once more on Zayn, whose appearance was very humble. He didn’t appear to be wealthy. But why did he look so incredibly handsome? Shea’s eyes shifted to her son, who was gazing at Zayn with sparkling eyes.

Remembering Kai’s words from last night caused Shea’s head to throb again. “Okay, you’re hired,” Shea decided, which made Zayn smile widely.

“Thank you, ma’am, thank you...”

“So you’ll be my husband.” Shea's words made Zayn instantly stand up. His face turned pale as he stared at Shea in shock. His gaze shifted to Kai, who was beaming at him.

“Is this the kid I met in the elevator who offered his mom, right?!” Zayn screamed in his mind.

“Ma’am, I apologize. I think there’s a misunderstanding. I came to apply for a job because I need money for my grandmother's medical treatment. I’m not applying to be your husband. If I were to be your husband, what would you want to eat? Rocks? I can barely afford my grandmother’s treatment, let alone support someone else’s child. No way, I can’t handle that. I...”

Crash!

“An advance of one hundred million. Is that enough?”

“Huh? Fo-for me?!” Zayn exclaimed in surprise.

How could he not, when Shea pulled out a stack of money from her desk drawer and placed it in front of him. Zayn, seeing such a massive amount of money, wide-eyed in astonishment. He had never seen that much money up close before. What would it feel like to hold that much cash?

“You have twenty-four hours from now. Think it over before I give this opportunity to someone else,” Shea said, her expression flat as she regarded Zayn, who looked anxious.

“What do I do?” Zayn thought.

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Zayn stared at the business card in his hand while walking down the hospital corridor. He hadn’t given Shea a definite answer yet; he was still uncertain. To him, marriage should be based on love, not any form of gain. Yet, he thought Shea’s offer was incredibly beneficial.

“No, it can’t be. Marriage is about mutual love, not mutual benefit. How can I marry a widow who already has a child? Not to mention, she’s a CEO,” Zayn murmured. He let out a heavy sigh, directing his gaze straight ahead.

“DOCTOR, QUICK!”

Zayn stopped in his tracks, his gaze directed at several medical personnel rushing towards a room he knew all too well. Zayn's expression turned pale as he stepped closer to that room. His footsteps halted upon seeing his grandmother's gurney covered by a curtain. Other patients in the room began discussing Grandma Dian.

"I don’t think she’s going to make it, her condition is really bad," whispered a middle-aged woman.

"Yeah, it’s so sad," replied another.

Tears streamed down Zayn's face, and his body suddenly felt stiff and unmovable. He watched the medical staff bustling about. Zayn was oblivious to what was happening; his ears now rang with a dull sound. One of the doctors emerged from behind the curtain and motioned for Zayn to step outside for a talk.

"Doctor, my grandmother…" Zayn's voice trembled; he couldn’t contain his panic.

"We need to refer the patient to a larger hospital due to limited equipment and staff here. You need to sign the referral letter so your grandmother can receive care at the destination hospital," the doctor said, leaving Zayn feeling weak instantly.

"I don't have any money, doctor," Zayn murmured. This hospital wasn't one of the big ones in the city with comprehensive medical equipment and the best doctors. However, he hoped the medical staff here could help his grandmother.

"Bu Dian’s condition needs to be referred immediately; this hospital can no longer handle the patient's condition. Additionally, the medical support here is insufficient, so we will refer the patient to a hospital with better medical facilities," the doctor explained, his gaze sympathetic.

"We will be waiting for your decision," he continued.

Zayn fell silent, his mind racing. Then he glanced at the business card he had received from Shea. His left hand folded tightly, and his eyes appeared reddened. With no other options, Zayn had to accept Shea’s offer. Reluctantly, he took out his phone and dialed the number on the card.

Meanwhile, Shea had just stepped out of her car with her son. This afternoon she planned to eat at home, unlike the previous days when they always dined out. She smiled faintly as she watched her little boy walk into the house, clutching a cotton candy.

"Why do you keep haunting me, ghost? That's why I bought this, so I won’t be haunted anymore. If not, I’ll buy again, just like Daddy," Kai chattered cheerfully, then ran off, leaving Shea feeling anxious.

"KAI! DON’T RUN AROUND! LATER…"

Ding!

Ding!

Shea's phone rang, and she pulled it from her small bag to see who was calling. Upon noticing an unfamiliar number, Shea felt puzzled. Hesitantly, she swiped the green button and answered the call.

"Hello…"

"I’m willing to marry you."

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Shea and Zayn took a small book that a middle-aged man had just given them. They stared intently at the differently colored book, both surprised to find out that they were now legally husband and wife, with a dowry of fifty thousand rupiah from Zayn’s remaining money. The man's gaze shifted to Shea, who let out a soft sigh and placed the book into her bag.

"Boss lady…"

"Let’s go outside," Shea suggested, getting up and leaving Zayn standing in place.

"Times have changed, huh, with younger men leading the way," said the man who had married them.

Zayn stood still, watching the middle-aged man for a moment before turning to follow Shea. They were now in the parking lot; Shea took a folder from her car and handed it to Zayn. With a confused look, he accepted it and opened it.

"It is our agreement, and you have no right to file for divorce. Only I have the right to decide when we end this marriage. Your sole duty is to care for my two children, and each month I will provide you with thirty million. If you file for divorce, you must return all the money I have given you, multiplied by two." Shea said, causing Zayn’s eyes to widen.

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