"You will marry me. There is no other option."
I let a slow smile spread across my face.
"Fine. I'll marry you."
Sarah blinked. She clearly hadn't expected me to agree so easily.
Her grip loosened. That carefully rehearsed softness slid back into her eyes.
"There. That's better."
"I'll give you a proper wedding."
I said nothing. The memories of my past life's wedding were still razor-sharp: the ceremony, the wedding night, the hired escort waiting in our bed.
I would never make that mistake again.
Agreeing was nothing more than a means to an end. I needed the capital injection.
The moment that money hit the account, I was gone.
On the day they signed the marriage license, Sarah was dressed to the nines.
She took my hand and led me out of the courthouse.
"Roland, we're husband and wife now."
The warmth in her voice was almost convincing. I pulled my hand free and gave a noncommittal grunt.
A sports car pulled up in front of us. The window rolled down, revealing a familiar face.
Simon Simmons. The man Sarah had been obsessed with for as long as I could remember.
In my last life, she'd been so desperate to please him that she'd thrown my life away without a second thought.