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I frowned. “This is just a contract marriage,” I said. “Why are you asking me about love?” Alexander looked at me silently. His breathing became heavier, and then he rose to stand. He turned away from me, putting his hands on his hips and looking across the room to the open window. Then he spun around and left without another word, slamming the door behind him on his way out. I sat still for a moment, stunned. Did Alexander really expect me to love him? We had only just met, and he was the one who insisted he planned to divorce me as soon as our child was born, and our arrangement was no longer necessary. I realized he had left me alone in his office. It did not stand to reason that he really believed I was the perpetrator of the crime he was questioning me about. He would not have