Chapter 33 The Marriage Counter, The Trap, and The Woman Who Tried Everything

The employee at the counter—a middle-aged woman with curled bangs and an expression carved from decades of bureaucracy—stretched a hand toward Freya.

“Miss, ID and paperwork.”

Freya did not move.

Her fingers clenched the ID so tightly her knuckles went pale. She stood there like her soul had suddenl...

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