Contractually Yours (The Lasker Brothers, #4)

by Nadia Lee

“Tell me what you want from your husband,” I say, “wife.”

God I fucking hate this shit with a passion. Also this scene starts so ABRUPTLY.

“Good choice, wife.”

Fucking gag

My throat tightens. It feels like he’s talking about more than sex for some reason.

Depends on the context in which you are viewing this statement. I’m viewing it from the context that he is plotting your downfall. And you should be viewing it that way too, ya goof.

As a rule I like my sex tidy and neat,

This is the stupidest fucking sentence I have ever read in my life. Sex is not “tidy and neat,” what the fuck.

Does he have feelings for me? Maybe he actually likes me?

How entirely fucking naive for a wearied businesswoman. Jesus dude.

To her, this marriage is just a convenient way to get something. A legal necessity.

Bro, what? How are you just realizing this? Wasn’t this in the contract? Am I fucking losing it?

Does he really love me? The question continues to swirl in my head. I sometimes find myself staring at nothing for hours, pondering it. Good thing I’m not working. I can only imagine how embarrassing it would be to get caught wondering if my soon-to-be-ex-husband was in love with me. He’s sent another bouquet. White asters. I look up the meaning in the Korean flower language reference book. Have faith in me.

Bro, I am fucking BAWLING. This book started out so shitty and slow and now this!

EXCLUSIVE PROPERTY OF LUCIENNE PEERY TRESPASSERS WILL BE REMOVED WITH EXTREME PREJUDICE I lick my finger and wipe it over the writing to see if it comes off. It stays. He laughs. “It’s a tattoo.” “Oh my God. When did you get this?” “The day you served me with the divorce papers.”

Fuck. All that goodwill ruined.