Most of it is standard legal jargon. There are confidentiality and nondisclosure clauses. I read through them. It all seems normal.

I continue reading the terms. Everything is about what I have to or am not permitted to do, or I'll default on the prenup and not get paid. Very conveniently for Sebastian, there's nothing that says how he could default. I make a note of it and study the terms.

No cheating.

No talking bad about Sebastian.

Must engage in public displays of affection (PDA) and make it look real.

Must interact with family and friends at all times.

Since we're not having sex, does he really think I'm going to go have sex with someone else with a ring on my finger?

Yeah, he probably does.

Well, he's not having sex with anyone either. I wouldn't put it past him to try. I'm not going to be made a fool.

What does interacting with his family mean? I need to have him clarify that. Is it every minute of every second I have to be with his family? Just at events? What? How is that even measurable?

The bullet point stating I can't talk badly about Sebastian makes me roll my eyes.

That's going to be difficult.

No, I can handle that one. Just have to remind myself every day to kill him with kindness.

I make a note to add that he defaults if he talks bad about me. This marriage is a two-way road, not a one-way lane.

PDA and make it look real. My flutters take off again, my heart races, and my pulse creeps up. We agreed to no sex, so what is this about?

This needs to be scratched from the list.

The last part states that $1,000,000 will be paid to Georgia Peach on January 2nd. The money will be deposited into my bank account as soon as the annulment papers are signed. The one I have my wages deposited into is listed.

My nerves creep up again, and my internal debate continues.

Am I really going to do this?

It's a million dollars.

I can have my franchise. I can make everything happen now instead of waiting years.

Yes, I'm going to do this.

It's not like I'm prostituting myself. Sebastian Cartwright is not touching me.

PDA clause.

I'll get it removed.

I need to talk to him.

My cell phone rings, showing his name. Does he have ESP? I answer, "You need to have some patience."

His deep drawl comes through the line. "Listen, Sunshine. We've only got a little time to get any issues resolved. You're pushing it. Did you review the prenup?"

"I'm reviewing it now."

"And?"

I point out, "You need to work on your patience since you texted and called me so many times."

He grunts. "Whatever. What are your issues with it?"

My pulse creeps up. "For a start, this is a one-way prenup."

"No, it's not. Both our names are on it," he claims.