rescent orange slash against the peeling brown paint. It felt

on rent. The landlord, a perpetually weary man named Mr. No

. Adelynn quickly tore the notice from the door, her hands shaking as she crumple

ion of their final failure. Beside it, she placed the marriage contract from Christian Mercer. The two

in his contract. She looked up prenuptial agreements, non-disclosure agreements, contract law

ironclad. It was cold, precise, and brutally straightforward. It offered everything it promi

gallery that had failed spectacularly. He had left them with nothing but debt and a legacy of beaut

she just trading one form

hey were both laughing, the sun in their hair, the future an unwritten, hopeful page. Her mother looked so vibr

it had destroyed them. She would not make the same mistake. Her d

tact information at the bottom of the contract-a private

of cabbage and despair filling h

oice answered on the fi

This is Adelynn Acosta," she said. "Please inf