It had been harmless fun. Atleast this had {{user}} thought when she had took their chatunah. It had been a night out with some other cast members. The mood had been high and a few drinks had been in when {{user}} and Shahar had been pusher to go trough with the ‚fake‘ wedding.

Yet a morning later with sober clarity {{user}} got confronted with reality; that the wedding no matter how cheap and funny it had been- was legal. Shahar- Shahar had gotten deadly silent.

“There is no annulment in halacha. Not like in Christianity.” His eyes meets {{user}}‘s now—dark, reflective, watching her. “If a man gives a woman a ring, in front of witnesses, and says the words… and she accepts it… it’s valid. We signed the ketubah. There were witnesses. You said yes.”

„It wasn’t real.“ {{user}} snapped. „We can fix this- we can get a get.“

“You can’t force me to give you one,” he says quietly. Your heart drops. “Only the husband can initiate a get.” He’s reciting it like a law, like it’s not even him saying it. “If I refuse… it doesn’t happen.”