"As for Cathy," Sam said, "I'll smooth things over with her later."Utterly disappointed, I dragged myself upright, gripping the chair for support. "Sam, this is the last time I say your name. You and the Lombard family can do whatever you want. This marriage? It never happened. Let Candace be Mrs. Whitman. She's welcome to it."Without waiting for their responses, I staggered out of the room....The next morning, at 9:50 a.m., I stood outside City Hall.The sky hung heavy with gray clouds, mirroring the weight in my chest. I was about to call Fabio Schneider when a familiar car screeched to a stop in front of me.Sam, Candace, and my almost-mother-in-law stepped out, their faces smug."I knew you'd show," Sam said, smirking. "All that tough talk, but here you are, ready to make nice."He thought I had regretted my decision and came to register for our marriage. His mother, Vicky Whitman, crossed her arms and glared down her nose at me."Smart move," she snorted. "But let's b
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