“I want out of this contract, but I don’t want out of this marriage.” He looked at me, his eyes searching my face. “What?” “You can’t buy my love, but you have earned it. I want to be your wife, Alex. But only for real. Not because it’s good for business, but because you can’t bear to wake up one more day without me by your side. Because the thought of living without me would be like living without air.” He lifted his hand and gently tucked my hair behind my ear. “Then you already are my wife — for real,” he growled. I smiled at him. “Good. Because I love you, Alejandro Montoya.”
