Hazel's POV
“Your marriage was never properly witnessed,” Marcus Daniel said, standing in our own living room like he owned the furniture, “which means, legally, my son's shares never actually transferred to a wife at all.”
I had never met Julian's father in person before that afternoon, only heard fragments of him in Julian's clipped, careful sentences, and standing in front of him now I finally understood the particular coldness Julian used to wear like armor. It hadn't come from nowhere. It had been inherited.
“That's absurd,” Julian said, his voice dangerously quiet. “We were married in front of two hundred guests. There's video footage from every angle.”
“Video footage of a ceremony,” Marcus said smoothly, “not of the actual signing. A clerical technicality, but a real one, filed
