On my wedding day, my husband and my adopted stepsister proudly held their newborn twins and announced it to me.

Then I looked at my husband.

Technically, he had only been my husband for forty-two minutes.

“You brought them here,” I asked quietly, “because you wanted forgiveness?”

He laughed immediately. “No. I brought them here because the truth was going to come out eventually.”

Lena smiled wider. “And because we’re done pretending. Derek loves me. He always has.”

Whispers grew louder across the ballroom.

Then Derek pulled documents from inside his tuxedo jacket.

“Divorce papers,” he said smoothly. “Already drafted. Clean and simple. You leave quietly with dignity, and I keep what matters.”

“What matters?” I asked.

“The company shares after the merger,” he replied under his breath. “The apartment. The gifts. Relax, Maya. I’ll be generous.”