I didn’t want a wife. I simply needed a bride. A signature on a piece of paper and a fake marriage with an expiry date.Leandra was perfect.Quiet. Unattached. Innocent.The ideal candidate.She moved into my house.Wore the dress. Said the vows.Played the part.Too. Perfectly. Soon, I found myself watching her.Reading every look like it meant something.I should’ve ignored her.Should’ve let her…
