1 septembre 2026

I Married a Janitor to Spite My Wealthy Dad; When My Dad Came to Speak with My Husband… He Fell to His Knees at His W0rds*

I nodded. « As serious as I’ll ever be. »

Ethan still looked hesitant, like he was waiting for me to admit this was some joke. « Look, you don’t know me. This could be trouble, » he said, studying me. His eyes had a steady look, grounded, and not unkind.

« It’s just a contract, » I said, trying to reassure him. « I won’t bother you after. You’ll be free to go on with your life. »

For a long moment, he was silent, watching me with an unreadable expression. Finally, he exhaled slowly. « All right, » he said, voice low. « If it gets you out of this mess. Just know, I’m not one to back out once I’m in something. »

I felt a rush of relief I hadn’t expected. « Thank you, » I said, almost breathless. « Thank you, Ethan. »

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