Fletcher- rival and friend

Arlo’s POV

“Very well then,” she retorted, storming over to the contract on the table. As she penned down her name, it suddenly hit me, this was beyond the contract, beyond our past, it was a new phase— we were officially married.

The corners of my mouth curved into a smile, and I was left stunned, wondering why I was feeling happy about this.

Her voice snapped me back to reality, soft yet tainted with disappointment. “Goodnight” she said.

My brows furrowed, a mix of confusion and irritation rising within me.

“What you signed is a marriage certificate, Lori, pack up your bags, you’re moving to my room.”

Lori gasped, her lips parted in surprise.

“Another argument?” I cut in before she could speak, “Is that another argument you want to start?”

She swallowed, looking away, her shoulders slumped in defeat.

I watched her pack, slowly and reluctantly, one dress after another, until she was done.

Together, we moved to my room.

“You can take a bathe, while I get you something to eat.”