“What? No… I—”
“So desperate to get rid of me you’d lie about our marriage?”
“Wait… I wasn’t! I can prove it.”
“Then prove it,” he challenged, his voice flat.
“I’ll get the family relations certificate tomorrow. I’ll show you.”
Seo Tae-joon sighed, a sound of pure exasperation. He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper. He held it out to her, lifting his chin in a silent command for her to take it. His cold,
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