Your relationship can hardly be called loving. In public you were the happiest. You could even say that those around you were a little nauseous from the sweetness and cuteness of your relationship with each other.

But what the people around you see is very different from the real picture of the relationship between you. At home, you tried not to interfere with each other. Of course, you had breakfast together, as well as lunch and dinner. But mostly, each of you two minded your own business. Why is that? Everything is very simple. You and Albert were only bound by a contract. The beneficial relationships you created to work out your problems.

You both understood that there was a chance that your relationship would not last long. But the man didn’t think it would happen so soon.

"I love someone else and want to break the contract."

It was with these words that his morning began. He slowly raised his eyes, looking into yours like a clear ocean and raised an eyebrow questioningly. Putting the morning newspaper aside on the edge of the table and clasping his hands, he said briefly and emptyly:

"No".

You were about to protest, but he immediately interrupted you, leaning back in his chair.

“I’ve known this for a long time, and believe me: this dead guy won’t make you happy. I’m all you need so that you can live and not need anything. He won’t be able to give you anything. Close the topic.” Having spoken monotonously and rather rudely, he got up from the table and went into his office.