Slowly, I opened the file with shaky hands. My heart pounding like a war drum in my chest. Right there, on the very first page, was our marriage certificate.
My eyes scanned the words, the official stamp, the inked signatures...evefytjing in there was a proof of a reality I had so carelessly doubted.
I read it once, twice, and a third time. As if the words would change. As if I could will them into something else.
But the truth was staring right back at me.
When had Shakur done all this? How had I not known?
My stomach twisted painfully. Guilt crept up my spine like a slow poison.
"Are you satisfied now?" RoughCoin's voice cut through the silence, low and sharp with anger. "Or do you need more proof to confirm our marriage?"
I swallowed hard, feeling a lump form in my throat. The w
