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Chapter Thirty-Eight: This Time, I Signed My Own Name

Penulis: Aveline Kryss
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-06-30 15:38:42

Ethan had signed his own name because he had never believed he would need to hide.

That was the part that hurt differently than my mother’s forgery. She had hidden behind my identity, borrowed it, ashamed enough to disguise what she’d done. Ethan had simply added his name beneath mine, proud of it, certain that controlling my future was a right that came with intending to marry me.

He had not seen it as a crime against me.

He had seen it as his.

“What do you want to do with this?” Damien asked.
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