CLAIRE
I stared at the marriage contract in my hands, the paper cool and expensive between my trembling fingers. Julian sat back in his chair, watching me with those unreadable gray eyes.
"You want me to just sign this?" I asked, my voice hoarse. "Without a lawyer? Without anyone to explain what it means?"
"You can have a lawyer look at it if you want," Julian said calmly. "But that will take time, and time is something we don't have much of."
"Why not?"
"Because Ethan is moving fast." He pulled out his phone and turned it toward me. "Look."
It was a news article from an hour ago.
"Tech CEO Ethan Cross Announces Engagement to Vanessa Whitmore"
My stomach dropped, the photo showed them together, Ethan's arm around Vanessa's waist, both of them smiling at some event. She wore a mass
