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individuals, you would make the perfect ‘wife’ for me. You knew how to handle yourself with a man of status. You looked the part. You dressed the part. It was simple. It was easy. It was the perfect plan. You assured me the day we agreed to do this that you had no interest in falling in love. I believed you.”
    â€œI never expected to love you, Byran. I guess over time I developed these feelings. I am not saying I am in love with you, but I do care for you deeply. I would defend you if I had to. I would stand by you if something were to ever go down, but I don’t have that type of love yet that makes me feel as if I could not live without you.”
    â€œYou just described how I feel.”
    â€œDo you feel that same way about the other woman?”
    â€œI really don’t want to bring her into this. She has nothing to do with how I feel about you. I would appreciate it if we not talk about her.”
    â€œI don’t know how you expect me not to talk about her or want to at least know how you feel about her.”
    â€œEasy. She has nothing to do with you—or your job as my wifey.”
    I felt anger rising in me. I sat down on the couch. “She has a lot to do with me. Because you told me in the Bahamas that you loved this woman. She is pregnant with your child. How is that going to affect my life? Should I be worried about my future? Will you come in here one day and announce that my position has been terminated and you are leaving to go be with her and your child?”
    â€œYou already know the contract prohibits me from doing that. It clearly states that I can divorce you only for—”
    â€œEmbarrassment, my exposure of our arrangement, or infidelity on my part,” I said, cutting him off. “I got that.”
    â€œOkay, then. So why would I come in one day and announce I am leaving you? Do you think I would have gone through all of this trouble to marry you for the purpose of becoming the pastor of one of the largest churches in this country, only to screw that up and become just a regular preacher with a couple hundred members? I am not a ‘couple hundred members’ type of pastor. I was born for the masses. Besides that, I am sure I do not have to remind you of the clause that states if I do leave you for any other reason, I will have to pay you an insane amount of money for the next twenty years. I hope this doesn’t sound insensitive, but it really is cheaper to keep you.” His phone vibrated. He reached to pick it up and must have forgotten to turn the feature off that announced the caller.
    â€œCall from Leah,” the voice said.
    He pressed IGNORE, but he might as well have answered the phone. The expression on his face said it all. Leah was the other woman.
    â€œDo I need to step out?”
    â€œNo, you’re good,” he replied while appearing to send a text. “Finish what you were saying.”
    â€œAside from the agreement we have, this is a little difficult for me. I signed up to be the wifey, but I never signed up to be disrespected.”
    â€œIf I’m not really your husband, how is it disrespect?”
    â€œSo what does Leah have to say about all of this?” I asked. “Is she okay with knowing you will never be able to be seen publicly with her or be married to her? Is she okay with being the other woman?”
    â€œAllyson, I told you I don’t want to bring any other woman into this conversation,” he said, careful not to confirm who Leah was. He released a sigh filled with frustration. “This is complicated, okay? As I said, I care very deeply about you. I have just gotten myself into a situation, and there is nothing I can do about it.”
    â€œHow long have you been seeing her?”
    He released another sigh. “I’ve known her for years. We were high school sweethearts.”
    I almost fell off the couch. “What? This is a woman from your past? Well, if you loved