Devoid of Discontent

Lucille tilted her head, responding with a soft laugh, "To save someone." She said it lightly, with such a natural tone, devoid of reservation or discontent. Frank guessed the answer, but couldn't help asking, "Who have you saved?" Lucille answered, "My husband." To be precise, her legally married husband. Even more precisely, it was temporary. After she returned, she would dissolve her marriage with Joseph. Frank was greatly shocked, his hands clenching Lucille's shoulders, triggered, although he dared not apply any force for fear of hurting her. "That doesn't count," He insisted. Lucille smiled. "We have the marriage certificate, how can it not count?" Frank was silent for a moment, finally saying, "That identity is not truly yours, so it shouldn't count." "Oh..." Lucille took his words and nodded in agreement,."Didn't you create a fake identity for me? You'll hold a wedding with that identity, so shouldn't that not count either?" Frank was left speechless. It was like shooting himse