Our Wedding Was a Lie Fake or real

Fake or real

Mia

I shut the bedroom door behind me. The soft click echoed in the silence like a final verdict.

Mia

Fake marriage, fake rituals… but this room?

Mia

Too real.

Mia

He was already inside, removing his watch, acting too casual for someone who just kissed his “contract wife” in front of hundreds.

Mia

My heart was still racing.

Mia

He turned around slowly, eyes landing on me with a calm I hated.

Heaven

“Why didn’t you push me away?”

He asked, voice low, unreadable.

Mia

I looked away.

Mia

"You kissed me without asking.”

Mia

“It was part of the ritual.”

Heaven

“You could’ve pretended."

Heaven

“You didn’t pretend to hate it,”

He shot back.

Mia

I clenched the edge of my dress.

Mia

"Don't twist things. I didn’t kiss you back."

He moved a little closer

Heaven

“But you didn’t stop me either.”

Silence.

Mia

I could feel the heat in my cheeks, the confusion in my chest.

Mia

This was supposed to be fake. Distant. Professional.

Mia

He stepped back, maybe sensing my thoughts.

Heaven

“I’ll sleep on the couch,”

He said, undoing the top button of his shirt.

Heaven

“You take the bed.”

Mia

I nodded slowly. But just as I moved toward the bed, I stopped.

Mia

“Why did you kiss me like that?”

Mia

I asked quietly.

Mia

“Like it meant something.”

He looked up, his expression unreadable.

Heaven

“I don’t kiss like it’s fake,”

Heaven

“Even if the marriage is.”

And with that, he turned away.

Mia

I stood there, still in my wedding dress, heart tangled between pride and the dangerous pull of something real.

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