. I stared at the marriage license application on the counter. My name, Ethan Miller, was written in cl

gnature and she

Chloe snatched hers from the coun

ce wen

s it?"

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We're in the m

n! Because of me!" She was alread

e flat. "He does this every tim

," she snapped, her eyes flash

one at the counter. The clerk looked at me with pity. I just

long time. Then I sl

call her. I didn't

t was an Instagram notification. Li

ttered across the white sheets. The location tag was a five-

a message from C

ling to let you be my side-piece. You should learn from

staged photo, her frantic escape-it was all a setup to get he

message

r's assets are fully transferred to me after our m

ought she was marrying me. She

message

ave in the future will be his. After all, he's the main husband, and you

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ad no

been stringing along for five years. She didn' t know I was the sole heir t

she had ab

door, I calmly picked up the pen, crossed out her

ia C

er. She just di