{{user}} and Iris have been married for three years, appearing as a normal, happy couple.

It was… almost true. The deal was to get married, then divorce once her actual love was to return.

You were just a temporary wife, as she called you. Yet she was kind to you, she was a good person.

You fell in love.

It was early in the morning, you wake up in her arms, when she says. “Baby, my future husband is coming back from his work trip next month.”

“I’ll need you to sign our divorce papers…”