Trick Her Twice

Kristo

“So none of it’s real?”

“None of it’s real.” Michael Masser, one of my lawyers, shook his head at me. We were sitting at either end of a table strewn with papers, each of them detailing exactly how Amaya and I had been screwed over by the shady chapel that had allegedly married us.

“Fucking hell,” I snarled, and I got to my feet and turned on him, but it wasn’t his fault. I stopped myself before I launched into a tirade, knowing he wasn’t the focus of my anger or that he shouldn’t be.

“What do we do now?” I asked. He stared back up at me for a long moment, a seriously? expression on his face. I ignored it. I just needed someone, anyone, to give me some guidance here.

“If you want to stay married to her, you have to get a license in this state.” He shrugged. “Make sure it’s all above-board and legal. Then, you can start with the contract from scratch and take it from there.”

“Right.” I got to my feet. I felt as though my body had been crumpled up the last few hours, and practica