Lena

The lawyer's office was in Midtown. It was small and discreet.

Rebecca Chen was in her mid-forties, sharp-eyed, and didn't waste time on pleasantries.

"Nate Reid gave you my name," she said. "He also gave me the basics. It's a contract marriage with a three-year term. Do you want out early?"

"Is it possible?"

"Depends on the contract." She pulled out a legal pad. "Grounds for dissolution?"

"He's an asshole?"

Rebecca's lips twitched. "Not legally sufficient. What are the actual terms?"

I pulled out my copy of the contract. Twenty-seven pages of legalese that boiled down to: I belonged to Julian Blackwood for three years, and leaving early meant...