Lies cannot cover up disgrace, but lies will create new disgrace

Hi friends, greetings to all of you, this time I am starting to write a story that I have been saving for a long time, maybe it could be an example or reflection for all of this. I got it from a friend who once confided in me or told me a story. Happy reading and understanding.

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"Remember, I'm paying you for a fake husband, so there's no need to demand this or that," I said to the man who had just said his consent this morning in front of my father.

Yes, firmly, I understand," he said softly.

If so, tonight you sleep on the sofa, later when we move to a new house, then sleep in each other's rooms.
"Yes, yes. I understand, I also know that I won't mess with you." That's good, be careful, look for opportunities, our agreement is broken, you have to return all the money I gave you, otherwise I'll send you to prison, I said sarcastically, then climbed into bed and covered it with a blanket.

He was heard taking a deep breath, then walked away, perhaps Lansing lay down on the sofa because he was tired. We had just finished a luxurious reception held by the family at a magnificent hotel, father and mother were very happy, because I finally decided to get married.

Yes, I am a thirty-four year old career woman who started her own business in the world of publishing and printing. At a young age, my parents are worried about my soul mate. while my two younger siblings have stepped up and have several children.

This is not without reason, many men fall in love and are willing to win me. but everyone withdrew, when they heard a confession from me that even my family didn't know.

yes, that is a dasa that I have made in the past, had sex with my lover, then just left it like that. Maybe this is a punishment from God to be a social witness, so that there is no good man to marry me, I'm not a pure girl anymore.

My first meeting with Jack, my "husband" was not an excuse, a man who was four years younger than me, he was just a writer. More precisely, ghostwitter, as his name suggests, is like a ghost, writing without showing his identity. then sell his work at a high price to amateur writers who want to be famous, don't wait for his writing to sell and expect royalties, he can get cash all at once with one payment. I don't know, he said he needed money for treatment for his sick mother.

One day he came to the office, asked for help so that the company could borrow him a large amount of money, even though at that time he had no new work to sell to us. However, he continued to beg, he said there was no other place to ask for help other than my company which had been working together in secret.

I also felt sorry, but he wouldn't be a businessman if he didn't expect profits. I offered him a collaboration contract for a year, not as a writer but as a husband. I gave him the amount of money he asked for, with a cooperation agreement letter and a debt letter in case he violated the agreement.

That way, it will be easy for me to sue him in court later regarding debts and receivables. Apart from that, I was still kind enough to give him monthly money as long as he was still my husband, an offer that was so tempting that only an unreasonable man would refuse the offer.

After officially divorcing, I was no longer afraid of my virginity status, it was a natural thing, everyone would think Jack was the one who owned my entire body. This morning I deliberately wet all my hair so that the whole family would know that Jack and I had spent last night on my wedding night or honeymoon. I didn't forget to tell the man sleeping on the sofa to do the same thing.

Still wearing silk pajamas and wet hair, I deliberately didn't dry it, I left the room to go to the living or dining room, while waiting for breakfast to be prepared.

Morning everyone, I said confidently, I deliberately fluffed my hair so that the fragrance of the shampoo spread and could be smelled up to the family's nostrils. Wow, "there's a new bride," said Nita, my youngest sister. Yes, "it's already wet," added Tiwi, my second sister. Yes, yes, why are you delaying, I replied enthusiastically, so that I wasn't too embarrassed to talk about that fake first night.

"Even though there were lots of guests who came and served us at last night's party," eh, it was actually really delicious, it's not that tired, sis, Nita teased again, Tiwi laughed too.

I was excited to see that they really believed, "yes", at least my virginity problem was resolved.

Not long after, Jack came out of the room wearing casual trousers and a plain white t-shirt. He looked fresh, especially with the smell of the same shampoo making me lulled by the ends of his still wet hair, making his appearance even more charming.

uh, what was I thinking? Did I mention that my husband is handsome? Surely you are thinking, why don't I make him my legal husband and live happily, he must be a poor man, what do I expect from a writer like him, for the monthly money I currently provide.

As bad as I am, a beautiful and established woman like me also has the right to be happy, of course with a handsome and established man, not a parasite and parasite like him. That's fine, I don't think I read the stories on KBM, wives nowadays are not allowed to be punished and abused by their husbands and families.

"Hello darling", I approached and smiled sweetly while clinging to him, of course just acting, as camouflage that our marriage was truly happy and based on love.

"cie....cie.." who is still a newlywed, her baggage wants to stay stuck, it feels like the world belongs to the two of us, sis, my two younger siblings teased us both, I felt Jack's hands and movements become stiff when I pulled him into the dining room, maybe I was nervous and surprised to see how my attitude was different when I was alone and changed when I was in front of other people.

I was forced to change clothes in the bathroom after we entered the room, while Jack was free to do his thing in the room that had been mine since childhood. I came out after finishing changing clothes, then found him sitting silently on the bed with his cheeks red.

"Hey, why are you"? I scolded while snapping my fingers in front of him. "You said not to touch," replied Jack in a weak tone, why were we hugging me earlier?, tightly again, I saw his lips pursed, my forehead furrowed, my eyes narrowed. Hey, I've already paid for you, I like it, after all, those who say you can't touch you, right? not me, I have all the rights to your body and soul, you have to accept and be willing, have you read our agreement, I rambled at length. Yes, the man said, but I'm a normal man. If I keep getting this touch, what could happen...?

hi, don't try that, threaten me by showing his face with your index finger, be careful if you think about other things, then my index finger sinks into his hand "I can't guarantee it, okay?" I'm taller and much stronger than you, I can force you to do it, I'm sure you can't do anything, just fall down feeling pleasure and sadness, that's all your greetings, so, until now, don't provoke my male nature, he said as he let go of my index finger and stepped forward. leave me,

listening to those words, I was silent for a moment, my eyes couldn't blink. trying to digest all angles of what he said, suddenly there was a difference in the second my heart felt fast and hot, my mind felt a little confused or distracted, why did I suddenly see him become a dashing figure? oops, that can't be happening, I started cutting with the paid guy. Even so, I have to hold hands in front of the family, showing that I really am husband and wife.