Page 71 of Betrayed By Sin
My name.
No.
Not just my name.
My new name.
Magnolia Donati.
A name thatfeels like both a shield and a target.
I hear thefaint scratch of Sin’s penas he signs his name beneath mine, his movementsdeliberate, final.
When he lifts his head,his dark eyes lock onto mine, searching, steady.
It’s done.
I am his.
He is mine.
I should feel different.
Lighter.
Freer.
But instead,all I feel is the weight of the choice settling over me like a second skin.
A choice that cannot be undone.
A choice that will change everything.
“Congratulations,” the officiant murmurs, setting down his stamp.“You’re married.”
The wordssend a strange shiver down my spine.
Sinreaches for my hand, his fingers lacing with mine like they belong there.
“It’s done,”he says quietly, like he’sreassuring himself as much as me.
I nod, my throat tight. “Yeah.”
His grip tightens. “Are you okay?”
Iforce out a breath.“I don’t know.”
He watches me closely, histhumb brushing over my knuckles.
“I won’t let you regret this.”
I believe him.
And yet, a storm brews inside of me.
Not becauseI doubt him.
Not becauseI doubt us.
