Linda’s eyes widened.
Nathan closed his eyes.
I turned slowly toward him.
“What papers, Nathan?”
He didn’t answer.
My voice became quieter.
“Tell me.”
Still nothing.
I took one step toward him.
“What exactly did you want me to sign?”
Nathan finally spoke.
“It’s just a prenuptial agreement.”
I laughed.
Not because it was funny.
Because suddenly everything made sense.
The constant reminders.
The documents.
The way he had insisted I sign them after the ceremony.
The way he had told me they were standard.
The way Linda had repeatedly called me “too emotional” whenever I asked questions.
I had thought they were simply trying to protect themselves.
But they weren’t.
They were trying to protect what they planned to take from me.
And apparently, there was more.
Much more.
I looked toward the coordinator.
“Bring it.”
Nathan’s head snapped toward me.
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