My Life After My Contract Marriage Ended

From the back cover

After three years of contractual marriage with Christopher Chandler, we still treated each other like polite strangers in bed.

No matter where he was or what he was doing, he would drop everything the moment Maurice Cooper—his first love—needed him.

To please her, he allowed her to come and go as she pleased, humiliating me repeatedly under our shared roof.

When Maurice hired online trolls to smear my name and dragged me into a media storm, Christopher stepped forward—not for me, but for her.

“Maurice is too innocent to understand these dirty tricks,” he said coldly. “Don’t just bite anyone you catch.”

And when the attacks escalated and he had to choose, he didn’t even flinch—he sacrificed my future, my dignity, and my career to protect Maurice’s reputation… which no one even cared about.

I left in the firelight, wounds invisible but aching.

When we met again—

Top actor Cliff Compton stood firmly in front of me, shielding me.

Christopher knelt at my feet, eyes red, voice breaking. “I can get plastic surgery. I’ll look exactly like him! Let me be your substitute, your shadow. Please, just one more chance… Shelley, what about our three years?”

I looked at him, emotionless.

“The world may not know, but surely you haven’t forgotten, Christopher. We were just a contract. That’s all. It expired—and we didn’t renew it.”