Galen
Marietta Romano Albert.
I glanced at her name on my marriage certificate. She was, legally, my wife.
I placed the certificate back in the drawer. My hand clenched tightly as it formed into a fist and landed on the desk.
I married a barely legal girl. I scoffed in disbelief at my reality; this was forced upon me without my knowledge, yet I have to face the consequences alone.
If anyone finds out about this, I would be doomed. The company was at risk; investors might pull out once I face backlash, and the faux wedding would be revealed as a public deceit.
Too many scandals may arise from this.
My rivals would utilise such opportunities judiciously.
If only Marie had spoken out earlier. I could barely understand her motive, and for some reason, I found it difficult to buy into t
