"I already know our marriage is fake. You really went all out to deceive me. Even the couple we registered with at the civil office, they were hired, weren't they?"
Sean, when did you change? Where was the man who once held a banner proclaiming 'I love Krystal' in the busiest area downtown?
The man who, when I had severe cramps at midnight, ran miles to find the only open pharmacy for painkillers?
The man who, when I faced bullying at work, swore he'd take care of me forever? Tears rolled down as I looked at this familiar face that no longer held the person I remembered.
I demanded, "So, Sean, what was the point of this fake marriage? Did you enjoy treating me like a fool?" Countless grievances welled up in my heart.
He crossed his arms coldly, watching my misery with casual indifference, a mocking glint in his eyes, "Yes, I did enjoy it. Since you've figured out the certificate is fake, I don't mind telling you that last night, Mischa already coaxed your mother into signing the property transfer documents."