A part of me thought that without the marriage license this could very much be a hallucination or a bad dream until I found the crumpled, creased marriage certificate under the bed.
The names were right there, glaring up at me: Ava Thorne and Luca Montgomery. The date was yesterday. The proof was undeniable.
I was living my worst nightmare and I'm married.
I needed a lawyer now, one who specialized in annulments and NDAs. One who was absolutely not on Gary's payroll. That was impossible in this city.
I grabbed the phone book, then stopped. Luca's phone. I could use his lawyer because I'm sure he has a lawyer in hand for every deal and endorsement he signs.
I scrolled through his contacts, my hands shaking violently, until I found what I needed.
David - Legal.
I quickly took a photo
