NATALIA….The pen in my hand felt heavier than any whip, heavier than every lash my father had left on my back.City Hall was not romantic—white walls, clipped voices, cold signatures on paper. There was no dress, no flowers, no music. Just me, Knox Davenport, and the steel weight of the choice I had made.“Sign here,” the clerk said, pointing.I glanced at Knox. He looked calm, composed, almost bored, like this was just another acquisition, another deal. But I caught the flicker in his eyes, the triumph he didn’t bother to hide from me.I pressed the pen down. Ink flowed. My name curved across the line in black. And with it, a part of my old self was buried.His hand followed, his signature bold, precise. He didn’t even hesitate.The clerk smiled blandly. “Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Davenport.”The words echoed in my head like thunder. Mrs. Davenport. My jaw tightened, but I smiled politely, because what else could I do?When we stepped out into the sunlight, Knox held the thin pa
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