Arec's POV
I sat across from Sam at our usual spot, a small café tucked away on the quieter side of the city.
The hum of light chatter and clinking silverware filled the space around us, but all I could think about was the stack of wedding invitations sitting on the table between us. Sam reached over to grab one, his eyebrow quirking as he studied the neatly printed card with my name and Ella's.
"You're kidding me, right?" he said, leaning back in his chair, staring at the invitation like it might suddenly burst into flames. "Of all the ways this could go, who could've thought you'd end up marrying your one-night stand?"
I rolled my eyes, taking a slow sip of my coffee. I knew this was coming the second I invited him here. "It's not like that, Sam. We're not actually getting married. It's a contract marriage."