Nadia finally managed to say his name: Adrian. They had met eight months earlier, and within weeks he was talking about marriage. He told her his family was controlling and convinced her that keeping the wedding secret would prevent “drama.” That explained the missed dinners and unanswered calls. But twenty minutes after they left the courthouse, a woman approached them in the parking lot carrying a folder and asked Adrian one question: “Did you seriously marry her without divorcing me first?”
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