Damian stopped.Then he frowned slightly, still in thought.“…Actually,” he said slowly, correcting himself. “Now that I think about it, ex husband wouldn’t be appropriate either.”They stared at him.“We never annulled the marriage,” Damian continued calmly. “Nor did we get a divorce. So technically, we’re still legally bound and considered a married couple. By logic, that would make me her husband, wouldn't it?”“…Husband,” the butler whispered weakly.“…Marriage,” he repeated, stunned.Damian finished plating the last dish.He turned, surveying the table, then looked to the butler.“Did I do everything correctly?” he asked casually, ignoring the harsh reality he had just dumped on them.The butler swallowed. “…It couldn’t be more perfect, sir.”In that moment, the faint sound of footsteps—measured, unhurried—descended the staircase, subtle but unmistakable in the quiet.Damian turned at the sound.For a fraction of a second, time stalled.Their gazes met.Elisa froze at the foot of
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