Marrying My Ex 14

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The hotel suite was a gilded cage, anonymous and expensive smelling of
stale air and desperation. Empty bourbon bottles littered the floor like
fallen soldiers.

Connorsat on the edge of the unmade bed, his backup phoneclutched in
his hand. The screen's harsh blue light illuminated his haggard face. He
was a man possessed, scrolling relentlessly through Twitter, Reddit, any
dark corner of the internet where a conspiracy theory might be brewing
He was huntingfor a single dissenting voice, one comment that agreed
with hímthat the marriage was a sham.

He found nothing but fawning articles about the Snow family's brilliant
power move, endless praise for the new, mysterious Mrs. Snow.

With a frustrated growl, he switched to a news app. And then he saw it.
A breakingnews alert from Page Six flashed on his screen. An exclusive
leak, posted just an hour ago.

Connor'sbreath caught in his throat. His thumb froze on the screen.

It was a marriage certificate. Officially issued by a New York State
Supreme Court Justice. The date was yesterday's, The names, printed in
crisp, black ink were Harding Snow and Anissa Roy. Their signatures,
bold and final, were scrawled at the bottom.

His world narrowed to that single, damning piece of paper. His hand
started to shake so violently the phone almost slipped from his grasp.
He zoomed in, his eyes scanning for any flaw, any sign of digital
manipulation. The judge's seal looked terrifyingly authentic.

"No,' he whispered his voice a dry rasp. ‘It's photoshopped It has to be.
That judge.. he's on my grandfather's payroll"

He immediately called his personal lawyer, a man he kept for DUIs and
contract disputes,

“I'm sendingyou a picture,’ Connorsaid, his voice tight and urgent. ‘I need
you to verify it. Now. Find out if it's real.”

The ten minutes he waited were the longest of his life. He paced the
small room, his heart poundinga frantic, panicked rhythm.

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The phonerang. He snatched it up. "Well?"

His lawyers voice was heavy, funereal ‘It's real, Connor. The certificate
was filed this morning It's ironclad. Legally, she is his wife. My advice?
Let it go. You're pokinga bear you can't afford to fight”

Connorhungup, the lawyer's words echoingin the silent room.

But his mind a cornered animal, refused to accept defeat. It created a
new narrative, a new delusion to clingto.

Anissa had something on Harding

Of course. That was it. She was blackmailing him. She had to be. He
frantically searched hismemory, trying to recall anythingshe might have
overheard, any secret she might possess.

And then it hit him The trust fund. A few months ago, drunk on
champagne and his own arrogance, he had braggedto her about a secret
vulnerability in the family trust's bylaws, a loophole that could be
exploited duringa succession crisis. He had been trying to impress her
with his insiderknowledge.

A wild, feverish excitement seized him He shot to his feet, a triumphant,
manic grin spreading across his face.

“You clever, clever bitch” he said to the empty room.

She had used his own secret against his family. She had forced Harding
Into this sham marriage to gain power and get her revenge on him.

The thought was strangely comforting, It meant she didn't love Harding.
It meant her actions were still, in a twisted way, all about him Her hate
was just the other side of the coin of her love.

He had to see her. He had to confront her, tell her he knew her game. He
would tell her he'd give her anything she wanted-the money, the status,
the revenge-if she would just come back to him

He grabbed his jacket and stormed out of the hotel, hailing the first cab
he saw,

“Billionaire's Row," he barked at the driver.

But when he arrived at the gleaming tower where Harding lived, the entire
building was on lockdown, The lobby, usually open and airy, was now
patrolled by a dozen men inblack suits with earpieces. They were not the
building 'susual security. They were Harding's private army.

Alex Stone stepped out to meet himon the sidewalk, his expressioneven
colder than before.

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“I warned you, Mr. Snow," Alex said, his voice dangerousty low.

‘I need to see her" Connorshouted, trying to pushpast him

This time, Alex didn't just block him He gave a sharp nod, and two of his
men grabbed Connor's arms, their grips like iron vices. They physically
lifted him and deposited him back on the curb.

Connorstruggled, his face red with fury. He screamed Anissas name up
at the impenetrable wall of glass, his voice hoarse and pathetic.

“If you come within a hundred feet of this buildingagain,” Alex warned,
“the restraining order will be activated, and you will be arrested. This is
your final warning"

Thrown back onto the street, his suit disheveled, Connor's mind raced.
The front door was a no-go. But he knew another way

A service entrance, In the back, leading to the underground parking
garage. He and Anissa had used it once to sneak in after a late night
avoiding the lobby's cameras. But as he circled the block and pressed
himself against the cold brick of the alleyway, he saw it. The entrance
was no longer a quiet, forgotten door. Two hulking men in black suits
stood sentinel, and a brand-new, military-grade iris scanner glowed red
beside the reinforced steel. There was no flaw. There was no way in He
was staring at an impenetrable fortress.

He took a step back, his mind racing when a hand shot out of the
darkness and clamped down on his shoulder. It was a gripof pure steel.
A man in a tactical vest and a face devoid of expression stepped out
from the shadows. His voice was flat, calm, and utterly final. “This is
private property, sir. You need to leave. Now. This is your only warning”
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