Julian’s POV
The drive back home was nothing short of torture. Every stoplight, every slow turn down the winding roads leading to the Windsor estate, felt like it was dragging me closer to a funeral I didn’t want to attend. Not an actual one, no. This was the death of the only thing in my life that had ever felt spontaneous and real.
The Las Vegas wife.
I gripped the steering wheel tighter as the thought surfaced again. The marriage certificate in my office drawer, one I'd kept sealed in a folder marked “Private”—only had two names on it: Jules and Kat.
No surname. No address. No contact information. Just “Kat.”
The f**k is Kat?
That’s all she gave me, and oh, she didn't give it to me; I only found out about that name while looking at the marriage certificate. That’s all I had after
