My mother-in-law blocked the entrance to my new apartment and screamed that her son had bought it for her, ordering me to leave.

the wedding, tapping one red nail against the property acknowledgment Blake had signed. “Do not donate your premarital asset to the marriage because he looks handsome in linen.”

Blake signed easily. Perhaps too easily. He was generous with signatures whenever he believed documents were formalities and charm was the real law.

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