บททั้งหมดของ Married To The Wrong Twin: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 6

I set my glass down slower than I needed to, buying myself half a second nobody else could see me spending."To Ivy," I said, and the terrace went quiet enough that I could hear the string lights humming above us. "Who has spent her entire life making things look effortless. The house, the guest list, tomorrow. All of it. I've watched her do it since we were kids, and I still don't know how she manages it without ever once looking like she's trying." I lifted the glass higher, found her eyes across the table, and let the next part come out steadier than I felt. "Callum, you're getting the version of her that makes hard things look easy. I hope you know how rare that actually is."The laugh that went up was real, warm, relieved, the exact sound of a room that had been braced for something awkward and gotten a compliment instead. Ivy's hand found her heart, theatrical and genuine at once, and she mouthed something at me across the table that might have been thank you or might have just

I didn't get a doorbell. A suited assistant met my car in the driveway before I'd even shut off the engine and walked me straight through the house without asking my name, like he already knew exactly who I was and exactly how urgent this had become.The study he led me to smelled like old paper and cedar, the kind of room built to hold decisions bigger than the people making them. Desmond sat at the far end of a long table with his hands folded, the same table, I'd learn later, where the original trust had been signed two generations ago. Callum stood by the window with his arms crossed, looking at absolutely nothing outside it. And a gray-suited man I didn't recognize was already sliding a folder into position before I'd fully sat down."Thank you for coming on short notice, Ms. Bellamy. Arthur Voss, counsel for the family trust." He didn't offer his hand, and he didn't wait for me to settle in before he kept going. "I'll get straight to it. The wedding needs to happen within the or

I signed my name eleven times that afternoon and couldn't have told you what any of the pages actually said. Voss walked me through each one with the patient, practiced tone of a man who did this for a living, and I nodded along and initialed where he pointed and drove home afterward with absolutely no memory of the drive itself, or how I'd ended up parked outside my own building instead of anywhere near the estate.By Monday morning I was back at my desk pretending the world hadn't tilted sideways, three renderings open on my screen and a client call scheduled in twenty minutes that I had no real memory of preparing for."You've read the same line four times," Theo said, dropping into the chair across from me without asking, the way he always did. "I've been counting.""I'm tired.""You're somewhere else entirely, which is different." He studied me for a second longer than was comfortable, the same look he gave a bad rendering right before he told me exactly what was wrong with it, p