“Hey,” I said when he picked up. “I need to lock my credit immediately. And I want to make sure that the trust for the twins and for Harry… is completely airtight. Ironclad. Nothing accessible except to me.”
Danny didn’t answer right away.
“Sharon,” he said slowly, “is someone trying to touch that money?”
“Someone tried. Oliver thought my house and savings were tied up in my name. They’re not—they’re in the trust my sister set up. But I want that paperwork absolutely bulletproof, Dan. Nothing should be accessible to anyone other than me. Not even the kids until they’re eighteen or if something happens to me.”
“No one’s going near those kids’ futures, Sharon. Not on my watch.”
And then, there was the final call. I called the county clerk’s office and asked them to cancel the marriage license. I told them there’d been a mistake, that circumstances had changed, that I needed the wedding to be officially cancelled at the county level.
“It happens more often than you think, ma’am,” the man on the phone said, and I heard no judgment in his voice.
The Morning of the Wedding
On the morning of the wedding, I got dressed like a woman walking into a storm.
The house buzzed with movement and nervous energy. Selena twisted in front of the mirror in her bedroom, frowning at the emerald-green jumpsuit we’d chosen together months earlier.
