Heather remembered the day clearly. She had signed the divorce papers herself—signed them and left them on the desk in his office.
She didn't know whether to scream, cry, or laugh at the cruel twist of it all.
Still married.
And now, signing a new marriage certificate wouldn't even matter. Because the first one had never truly ended.
Heather let out a slow breath. She wasn't sure what this meant for her plan. But one thing was clear now—Caius knew. He had known this whole time, and he hadn't said a word.
Instead, he kept asking her to marry him. Asking, with that same cold, unreadable face he always wore, knowing full well they never stopped being husband and wife.
Although, she couldn't help but wonder why he kept it away from her.
Now they were sitting in the car, on their way back to the hospital, and Heather couldn't decide if she wanted to scream at him or pretend the whole thing never happened.
