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.