The General's Contract Wife_I was Major General Cassian Whitren’s invisible wife. He paid for my grad school; I shielded him from his family’s pressure. We were bound by a contract with three simple rules: no publicity, no feelings, and no real attachment. And I thought I could handle it. I played my role flawlessly, buried my foolish growing affection, and stayed within every line he drew. Until she returned—Stephanie, the woman he once swore he would marry. She called herself his girlfriend, and took the only surgery slot that could save my mother. “Sorry, Ms. Nortin. Military families take priority,” the attending doctor told me. I had no choice but to pull out the marriage certificate that Cassian and I were never supposed to reveal. And Stephanie called him immediately, crying, demanding a breakup. When I returned home, he didn’t even look at me. “You forgot what the contract says, didn’t you?” “No!” I choked out. “Stephanie stole my mother’s consultation. The doctor said she can’t wait—she’s one of the few cases—” He cut me off, calm and merciless. “Does your mom have anything to do with me?” His words hit like ice, shattering the last piece of warmth I had for him. I breathed in, steadying the ache in my chest. “Right. My mom has nothing to do with you.” “So from now on... I have nothing to do with you either.” And I walked out of the house where I’d been trapped for three years. Finally, I began to find myself again.

The General's Contract Wife

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Julian Storm

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Introduction

I was Major General Cassian Whitren’s invisible wife. He paid for my grad school; I shielded him from his family’s pressure. We were bound by a contract with three simple rules: no publicity, no feelings, and no real attachment. And I thought I could handle it. I played my role flawlessly, buried my foolish growing affection, and stayed within every line he drew. Until she returned—Stephanie, the woman he once swore he would marry. She called herself his girlfriend, and took the only surgery slot that could save my mother. “Sorry, Ms. Nortin. Military families take priority,” the attending doctor told me. I had no choice but to pull out the marriage certificate that Cassian and I were never supposed to reveal. And Stephanie called him immediately, crying, demanding a breakup. When I returned home, he didn’t even look at me. “You forgot what the contract says, didn’t you?” “No!” I choked out. “Stephanie stole my mother’s consultation. The doctor said she can’t wait—she’s one of the few cases—” He cut me off, calm and merciless. “Does your mom have anything to do with me?” His words hit like ice, shattering the last piece of warmth I had for him. I breathed in, steadying the ache in my chest. “Right. My mom has nothing to do with you.” “So from now on... I have nothing to do with you either.” And I walked out of the house where I’d been trapped for three years. Finally, I began to find myself again.

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Chapter 1

In the third year of my marriage to Cassian Whitren, I got hit by a car while riding my bike.

Even though I was in pain, I didn't call him.

After all, he was a major general in the military district—his position was special, and personal calls weren't allowed during work hours.

The woman who hit me was crying as she made a call, clutching my arm.

"My boyfriend's on his way. Please wait a bit. We'll make sure you're satisfied with the solution."

But when a military jeep with the license plate 8888 pulled up behind her, my whole body went stiff.

Cassian stepped out of the car, took off his jacket, and draped it over the woman's shoulders, his voice full of concern.

"I'm sorry I'm late. Are you hurt?"

That was when I realized something—Cassian could take personal calls during work. He just didn't have my number listed as his emergency contact.

He frowned, his gaze fixed on my bleeding knee for a long time.

The woman's voice wavered. "Do you two know each other?"

Cass

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