CEO's Cure: A Contractual Love

All I wanted was to use the restroom at a bar, but somehow I ended up accepting a drunken stranger's proposal.

When we met again a year later, I discovered that the man was the cold and untouchable CEO rumored to have a severe reaction to women. Strangely, I was the only woman he could touch without a problem.

So he kept me close as his “personal cure” and even asked me to help find the wife who had disappeared from his life after their marriage.

He had no idea that the wife he complained about every day was standing right in front of him.

Even more absurdly, I treated him as a stranger too, asking for advice on how to get rid of my own husband—a man I had barely ever seen.

We spent our days complaining about our spouses together, until two identical marriage certificates finally landed on the same table.

Only then did we realize that the person each of us had been cursing all along was the other.