Semua Bab He Chose My Sister, So I Married His Enemy: Bab 41 - Bab 50

I believed him, but belief was no longer the same thing as proof.Damien didn’t ask me to trust him without evidence. He told the trustees to compare every page, the signed copy I had received and the electronic version stored by his lawyer, and he sat quietly while they did it. That patience told me more than anything he could have said.The comparison didn’t take long. The contract I had signed ended cleanly, with continuous page numbers, every section initialed, and no disputed clause anywhere in the file. The final page in the leaked version came from a separate internal trust schedule, created after Damien had already approved the marriage agreement and combined with it before being submitted to the trustees.The clause had never been part of what I signed. I had never been legally bound by it. But the trust schedule itself was real, and it could still cost Damien his control of the centre if I left.Ethan tried to use that distinction. The condition existed, he said, which meant

Claire looked at both of us for a moment before clarifying what she’d meant. She didn’t have hidden evidence, she said, no documents we hadn’t already seen. She believed we had told the trustees the facts. But facts, in her experience of this family, were never the whole story.“I know how this marriage began,” she said. “I need to understand why it is still standing.”She asked to speak with me privately. Damien looked at me, not at Claire. “Do you want me to stay?”“No,” I said. “I can manage this.”He left because I chose it.Claire and I sat across from each other in the room’s sudden quiet, and whatever I had expected from her, it wasn’t honesty. She told me plainly that Damien’s family had once expected her to marry him, that she’d been raised to consider herself suitable and had mistaken that for being chosen. “His family chose me,” she said. “Damien never did.” She admitted that had humiliated her, that she’d resented me at first for receiving the choice she’d been promised. B

“Yes,” I said. “But only if my husband picks me up properly.”Damien took that seriously, the way he took most things I said, like it was information worth keeping. He told me the date would be the following evening and asked whether I preferred somewhere quiet or lively. I chose quiet, and he simply nodded without suggesting otherwise.The next evening I stood in front of the mirror in a dress I’d chosen without anyone’s opinion, elegant enough to feel deliberate, comfortable enough to feel like myself, and realized I was nervous. Not the cold, bracing nervousness of walking into a hearing or confronting my family. Something warmer and more vulnerable than that. I wanted him to see me and like what he found. Even though he’d already seen me at my worst and stayed, I still wanted this.When the knock came at the door, I opened it to find Damien waiting in the hallway, holding a single white flower from the women’s centre garden, his collar a little less perfectly arranged than usual.

Damien knocked on my bedroom door two days later, even though we had been living in the same apartment since our wedding.“You said you wanted to be courted properly,” he said when I opened it, teasing already in his eyes.“I did not realize my husband would become this obedient,” I said.“Do not become accustomed to it,” he said, and I laughed as he led me out.He took me to a private jeweller first, a quiet appointment with no crowd and no performance. He let me look without steering me toward anything expensive, watching my face rather than the price tags. I rejected several rings that felt too large, too complicated, too much like something meant to be photographed rather than worn. What I chose in the end was simple, a slim band with one small stone, understated enough that I could wear it every day without thinking twice.Damien chose something equally plain for himself, a strong, unadorned band.“I expected something grander from you,” I teased.“I want something I will never h

“I do not know yet,” I said.Damien set the guest list aside without pressing me. I told him both answers frightened me for different reasons. If I invited them, they might treat it as proof that everything had been forgiven. If I excluded them, some part of me worried I was still letting their past actions control an important day.“I do not want them there because I am afraid to say no,” I said. “But I do not want to keep them away simply because anger is easier than deciding what I actually want.”“Then do not decide about your family as one group,” Damien said.My father, my mother, and Ava had each failed me differently. They did not deserve one shared answer because they shared a surname.“Can each of them attend,” Damien asked, “without asking you to carry their comfort?”That was the real question. I decided I wanted one conversation before finalizing anything, not to ask permission for my own wedding, but to see whether any of them could respect the life I’d built.“Do you wa