I exhaled slowly, my hands still shaking. “So now what?” I asked.
“Now,” Tom said, “we wait for
The next week felt like a year. Clara stayed by my side through all of it, and finally, the marriage was ruled fraudulent. The signatures didn’t match because I’d never signed anything.
The loans were voided. My credit would take time to repair, but the immediate threat was gone. Marla was arrested.
The day after the marriage was officially dissolved, Clara and I stood in front of the clerk at city hall again. “We’d like to get married,” I said. “Congratulations,” he said.
“Names?”
Clara squeezed my hand. I squeezed back. This time, everything went exactly as it should have from the start.
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