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“Your name isn’t registered as his wife.” The clerk’s voice was flat as though she was telling me the weather. I blinked slowly because I was certain I’d misheard her. There’s no way she is talking about my marriage. “I’m sorry?” I let out a small laugh glancing briefly at my lawyer. “There must be a mistake. Check again.” Across the polished counter, the woman finally looked up at me and her expression didn’t change. It’s a look I got used to for the past five years because I cannot use my name to get whatever I wanted. I wasn’t Morana Mortaine but Morana Greene. “I already did.” She turned the monitor slightly, her fingers tapping against the keyboard with practiced ease. She was clearly exhausted and heavily pregnant so maybe she is seeing things. “Under Mr. Xavier Lancaster’s marital records, the legally registered spouse is…” she paused her eyes scanning the computer briefly “…Iris Lancaster.” Well, here comes the mistake. I frowned. “That’s his sister.” “Ma’am, the system doesn’t list familial titles. It lists legal relationships.” A small crease appeared between the clerk’s brows. “That’s his sister.” I repeated, slower this time, it seems liek she was the one not understanding. “I’ve been married to him for five years. We had a private ceremony. It might not have been uploaded properly or—” “It was uploaded.” Her tone sharpened slightly like she was losing patience and hated that I was making her doubt her job. “Five years ago. The marriage certificate exists. It’s just not in your name.” Something in my chest tightened because somewhere inside me, it is making sense but it COULDN’T make sense. Beside me my lawyer shifted uncomfortably. I could feel his gaze on me now slightly cautious, almost warning. “Morana, maybe we should—” he started quietly as if he already knew. “No.” I shook my head forcing a smile that felt too tight on my face. “No, it’s fine. There’s clearly a mix up.” I turned back to the clerk leaning forward slightly. I know the desperation is written all over it because this is a life and death situation. “Can you show me the full record?” For a brief second, she hesitated then she clicked something on the screen and turned it fully toward me. Xavier Lancaster Spouse: Iris Lancaster Status: Legally Married The world didn’t shatter, it slipped right beneath my new heels. Its like something solid beneath my feet had quietly disappeared without warning. “That’s wrong.” I whispered. My lawyer exhaled slowly beside me. I didn’t look at him because I couldn’t. Right now I don’t even want to think. “I came here to finalize my inheritance transfer.” I said my voice was steadier than I felt. “I’m signing everything over to my husband.” The words tasted strange now even in my tongue and the clerk’s eyes flickered just for a moment. There was almost recognition there. “To who?” She asked. I swallowed feeling embarrassed and scared and very very confused. “To Xavier Lancaster.” Her lips pressed into a thin line. “If you proceed with that, you would be transferring your assets to a man who is not legally bound to you in any way.” I stared at the screen again to make sure I wasn’t going through the exhaustion the clerk is going through. But the names are written boldly and clearly. Iris Lancaster. His sister. The one that lives with us along with My fingers curled slightly against the edge of the counter as everything almost started fitting. No, there must be a mistake somewhere and I must unravel it fast. “That’s not possible.” I said softly to myself. “I live with him. Everyone knows—” “Legal records don’t operate on what people ‘know,’” she cut in. “They operate on what is filed.” Behind me, I felt my lawyer stand from his chair and step closer to me. “Morana, we should pause this process.” He murmured as if talking to a wounded animal. Yeah we have to pause though because something was very wrong! — The sharp sting in my arm dragged me back to my reality. A hiss slipped past my lips as the needle pressed deeper into my vein. Everything suddenly felt cold, though the memory wouldn’t stop hunting me from this morning. Today is our anniversary but here I am donating more blood at the hospital. “Her pressure is dropping.” I heard the doctor’s voice cut through the air with so much urgency. It was Dr. Jenner, the usual one. “We need to stop this now.” Stop? Yes please stop. I feel cold and tired and miserable. My lips parted to beg but no sound came out. The room blurred at the edges and the lights started hurting my eyes badly. The steady beeping now sounded uneven even to my ears. I’m extremely weak. Not his wife….The thought slipped in again. Not his wife! Not his name! Not his anything! The machine beside me whirred softly as my blood flowed through the tube, dark red against clear plastic. It was too much but they always needed at least three bags. Today I can’t give that much with how I feel. Xavier will have to make do with one. “She won’t survive another extraction,” Dr. Jenner said again but louder this time in panic. “Mr. Lancaster, we’ve already exceeded safe limits—” Slow calm footsteps followed and my heart pounded hard inside my ears. His strong cologne filled the air instead of the hospital clean smell. “Continue.” He said to Dr. Jenner. Just one word and that was all it took for something to tighten in my chest. I felt the sharp cracking deep inside me that I didn’t feel when the clerk told me my name wasn’t registered. This was different. “But sir —“ Dr. Jenner was clearly hesitating. “I said continue.” His voice didn’t rise because he never does. Xavier Lancaster is always in charge and keeps everything measured. “She’s not stable.” Dr. Jenner pushed, desperation creeping in. “If we proceed, she could—” “Take it.” Everywhere was silent for a moment that even the nurses stopped moving about as if wondering if he knew what he was saying. And just like that everything clicked into place. The court and name. The missing marriage. The things I ignored around the house thinking it was normal sibling behavior. The things I didn’t want to see….. I was never his wife but something he kept and used. For what exactly? My fingers twitched weakly against the sheets as more spread through me replacing every warmth and life. This is how it’s going to end? As something that was drained until there was nothing left? I felt tears slip quietly into my hair. I didn’t even have the strength to wipe them away. Xavier. My vision blurred further but I could still make out his figure standing there watching the extraction coldly. I wanted to ask why but maybe I already knew. Because I loved him with everything I had. I thought he was the realest thing I have in my life after my parents death, guess not. The beeping slowed then darkness crept in from the edges of my vision swallowing me whole. The last thing I felt was emptiness followed by nothingness that seem so much life death.Morana’s POVWe stayed at the farm for another week after the anniversary, longer than we’d originally planned and somewhere in the quiet mornings. The ridiculous chicken chaos and the slow unhurried evenings, I found myself thinking about what came next in a way that had nothing to do with strategy.“I want to do something,” I said one morning, sitting on the porch steps with coffee going cold in my hands.Tristan looked up from where he was attempting, with limited success, to repair a section of fence Gerald had apparently decided needed reorganizing.“What kind of something?”“We got married in fifteen minutes at City Hall. With witnesses who were basically strangers, for reasons that had nothing to do with choosing each other and everything to do with survival.” I grunned at him. “I want to do it again. Properly. Not legally, we don’t need that part twice. Just for us.”He set down the fence post he’d been holding and came to sit beside me on the steps.“A ceremony,” he said.“Sm
Tristan’s POVThe gala has been exactly one year ago tonight. I hadn’t planned anything extravagant. No garden with fairy lights, no private jet, none of the grand gestures I’d apparently developed a habit of over the past months. Just the farmhouse, quiet, the fireplace lit against the early autumn cold and a bottle of wine I’d chosen myself instead of asking Reid to source something impressive.Morana was upstairs changing out of her farm clothes and I stood in the kitchen doing something I hadn’t done in longer than I could accurately remember. Nothing. Just standing there waitin and letting the quiet exist without filling it with a phone call or a report or the next necessary task.A year ago tonight I’d watched her walk into that ballroom in a dress she hadn’t worn in five years and something in me had recognized her before she’d even reached the entrance, some part of my mind that had been cataloging her for six years finally understanding that the distance I’d maintained was ab
Morana’s POVHe cancelled Friday at 4 PM, forty minutes before we were supposed to leave for the farm, standing in the doorway of his office with his phone still in his hand and an expression I recognized immediately because I’d spent five years learning to read exactly this look on someone else’s face.“Reid needs me for a call,” he said. “European investors, something about the Milan acquisition timeline. I have to take it.”“Now?”“It’s urgent.”“Everything’s urgent to someone,” I said and I heard the edge in my own voice before I’d fully decided to let it show. “That’s what makes it urgent. You taught me that.”“This is different.”“How?”“It’s a genuine timing issue, not something Reid could have anticipated. The investors are in a different time zone, this is the only window that works for everyone.”I felt something cold settle in my chest, familiar in a way that had nothing to do with Tristan specifically and everything to do with five years of learning that plans meant nothin
Morana’s POVDr. Storms ran the Friday board meeting without me for the first time in months. I found out how it went from a text summary Felix sent afterward instead of sitting through it myself and something about that felt like an actual milestone worth acknowledging.She handled the Hendricks acquisition question better than you would have. Don’t tell her I said that. Felix texted.I heard that, came Yemi’s response in the same thread, apparently added by Felix without my knowledge. And thank you, I think.I set the phone down and looked at Tristan across the kitchen island, where he was reading something on his own phone with an expression that suggested Reid had sent something equally reassuring.“Rothschild’s quarterly numbers came in,” he said. “Reid presented them himself. Investors didn’t ask a single question about my absence.”“Should we be offended by that?”“Deeply offended,” he said, not looking up. “Apparently we’re replaceable.”“Apparently we built something that do
Morana’s POVHe knocked, which was ridiculous because it was his own penthouse. I was standing in the living room when I heard it and for a full three seconds I genuinely didn’t understand what was happening until I looked through the peephole and found Tristan Rothschild standing in the hallway outside his own front door holding a single flower like he wasn’t entirely sure what to do with it.I opened the door and just looked at him.“You knocked” I stated the obvious. “It’s a first date,” he said, entirely serious as though this explained everything. “I thought the door should be part of it.”“You live here.”“I’m aware.”I looked at the flower. It was not a bouquet. Not the dozen roses I half expected given his general approach to grand gestures. Just one flower, something pale and slightly crumpled at the edges like it had survived a journey it wasn’t fully prepared for.“Is that a carnation?” I tried to hide my smile. “It’s whatever was closest to the register.”“You panicked
Morana’s POVDr. Patricia Hale’s office was smaller than I expected, warm in a deliberate way that felt designed to counteract exactly the kind of controlled composure both Tristan and I brought into every room we occupied professionally. Two chairs angled toward each other instead of a couch, which felt oddly more intimate than I’d anticipated.I sat with my hands folded in my lap, aware of exactly how corporate my posture looked and glanced at Tristan beside me, who’d adopted the same careful stillness he brought to board meetings, jaw set, expression unreadable.“Neither of you needs to perform anything here,” Dr. Hale said, watching us both with the particular patience of someone who’d clearly seen this exact tension in every powerful couple who’d ever walked through her door. “This isn’t a negotiation. There’s no outcome you need to secure.”“Old habits,” I said.“Understandably.” She had a legal pad in her lap, though she wasn’t writing yet, just watching us both with an attenti
Morana’s POV By the time Xavier came down for breakfast, I was already seated and was waiting for him. Exactly where I was supposed to be and how it has been for years. I came down early to make sure everything was ready then waited. “The Cook really made my favorites.” I glanced up as he walke
Morana’s POV I felt air slam into my lungs in a way it does when one drowned and came back to life. I gasped sharply as my body jerked upright. My chest heaved my fingers clawing at the sheets beneath me as if I were still drowning in that cold darkness. That taste of nothingness that felt like
Tristan’s POV The deal closed at 6:47 on a Saturday morning. I know the exact time because my assistant sent the confirmation while I was still in the car heading to the office and I read it once then put my phone face down on the seat. Four billion dollars for Veltane Pharmaceuticals. We have h
Morana’s POV Xavier mentioned the gala the same way he mentioned everything he didn’t want me involved in which was right before leaving the room. It seems like he wanted to take his LEGAL wife to go there. “It’s a pharmaceutical fundraiser and too formal. You’d be bored.” He adjusted his cuffl







