My face slowly turned pale.
"Mom… I can't do that. We're already legally married."
"So what?" Rachel replied immediately. Even though she had been in a coma for two years, her mind was still sharp. "Maybe he only needs a wife in name."
She looked straight at me.
"Otherwise, why would a man like him marry an ordinary girl like you?"
I had no answer.
She wasn't wrong.
From the very beginning, I knew Finnick only needed a wife in name. But what my mother didn't know was that I had married him for Sunshine City citizenship and medical insurance.
Our marriage had been a mutual agreement.
Neither of us had the right to judge the other.
"Mom," I said softly, "Finnick treats me well."
I meant it.
Even if we weren't close enough to be called lovers or even best friends, Finnick had always treated me with respect.
Whenever I needed help, he appeared.
Just like this time, when my mother needed surgery.
