**“You brought paperwork to Bow Bridge?"**
Ivy raised a brow as Adrian handed her a slim black notebook, its cover stamped in silver:
**Prenuptial Agreement.**
“Old habits," he said. “I draft better than I confess."
They stood beneath cherry blossoms in full bloom, petals drifting like confetti onto the surface of Central Park's lake. Joggers passed by. No one noticed the billionaire and the woman who'd changed an industry.
Ivy flipped through the pages. “Clause One: Mutual autonomy in all decisions, medical and personal."
She nodded.
“Clause Two: No biometric dependencies, implants, or surveillance allowed without real-time revocable consent."
She smiled. “Progress."
“Clause Three," Adrian continued, “—in the event of catastrophic disagreement, you retain full ownership of your b
