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to Daniel proposing under the rain, telling me he loved how quiet I was. Vivian calling me “simple but sweet.”
The morning after my wedding, my husband smiled at me like a stranger and shoved a legal document onto the breakfast table. “Sign it, Claire,” he said, while his parents stood behind him with a notary. They thought I was just a quiet bride, too weak to fight back. But when I saw the words Transfer of Ownership, I knew one thing for sure: they had just picked the wrong woman to rob.
The morning after our wedding, my husband showed up at breakfast with a notary, and his parents followed close behind, smiling like they had already won something.
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