Chapter 18
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Chloe swallowed the lump of emotion in her throat, nodded firmly, and walked past her jeering cousins toward the private filing counter.

Behind the Counter sat a tired clerk wearing half-moon spectacles. He looked up lazily as the couple approached, sliding a standard marriage registration form across the counter.

“IDs, please,” the clerk muttered, stifling a yawn. “And the processing fee.”

Chloe gave him her driver’s license and her work ID card. Tristan put a new hundred-dollar bill on the co
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