EMMA
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"To register our marriage and show it to my family, so they would let me have what belongs to me" he said simply, like it was the most logical thing in the world.
"So soon?" I blurted out, the words escaping before I could stop myself.
"Yeah, we can't waste more time." There was a finality in his tone that brooked no argument. I didn’t ask any more questions. Maybe it was fear, maybe it was curiosity—either way, I followed him out, and within minutes, we were driving through the city streets. The ride was quiet, with neither of us knowing exactly what to say.
After a few hours, the formalities were completed. I still couldn’t wrap my head around the fact that, on paper, we were now officially a married couple. It didn’t feel real, yet here I was, holding a marriage certificat
