After my flash marriage husband knew my hidden identity, the soft cute baby assisted.

My mom kept hounding me to get married.

With no other choice, I put on a meek and docile facade. I never expected that a remote blind date would get me noticed by a refined-looking, mixed-race guy studying abroad.

He’d been living overseas for years and rarely came home.

“I’ll give you a six hundred sixty thousand dollar bride price. No dowry needed. The condition is, you take care of my daughter back home.”

He looked composed, yet he spoke so casually about having an illegitimate daughter.

I feigned composure, but inside, my heart soared.