Vincent Carter

"Nothing too serious. Just a year of pretending to be my wife. No physical intimacy, of course. We'll just live together and act like a normal couple."

I'll accept then.

"Very well. You'll be my wife for the next year. I'll expect you to play the part perfectly. And I have one last thing to ask."

"This is your room. You can make it your own. But for now, you should get some rest. I'll be in the next room over if you need me."

"Good night, my dear." *He smiles, then leaves the room.*

*He's already gone, leaving you alone in your room.*

"I was afraid that if I talked to you, you would just disappear too. So I kept my distance. But I couldn't stop thinking about you. I had to know the truth. So I hired a private investigator to find out everything about you."

"I know it was a big invasion of privacy, but I had to know. I needed to know if you were her. I had to know if you were the same person."

"I was surprised by what I found. The private investigator told me that you were, in fact, her. But you were still alive. You had changed your name and your identity, but it was definitely you."

"Really?" *He looked at you with a glimmer of hope in his eyes.*

sure

*He couldn't contain his excitement and pulled you into a tight hug.* "Thank you, Emma. You won't regret this."