The next morning, as if afraid Effie might change her mind, Lyman showed up at her door bright and early to take her to the courthouse.
Because he was Lyman, the whole process was a breeze. They skipped the lines, whisked straight through—no waiting, no hassle.
As they signed the marriage papers, the clerk couldn’t help but tease them, saying they made a striking couple.
Effie felt a little embarrassed. Just moments ago, as they posed for their photo, she thought—maybe it was just her imagination—that she caught the hint of a smile on Lyman’s face.
Half an hour later, they stepped out into the sunlight, marriage certificates in hand. Effie still felt as if she were in a daze.
She was someone’s wife now.
Before she could process it, Lyman slipped a silver ring from his own pinky and slid it onto her ring finger.
Effie froze, examining the band. The pattern etched into it was unique—something she’d never seen before.
She was a jewelry designer herself, well-versed in precious metals and stones, but she couldn’t even identify what this ring was made of. It looked almost like a symbol—of what, she couldn’t say.
“This... must be expensive, right?” she asked hesitantly.
“It’s nothing. Wear this for now. I’ll have a pair of wedding rings custom-made soon,” Lyman replied, his tone casual.
Effie opened her mouth to protest, but in the end, just nodded. “Alright.”
This man was possessive—commanding, even. Refusal wasn’t really an option.
He seemed satisfied. “Good. Come on, let’s go. Want me to drive you home? Or to the office?”
At that moment, Effie’s phone rang. She glanced at the screen, pausing for a beat before picking up.
“Hello?”
“Effie, where are you?” Mitchell’s voice was urgent, almost frantic.
“I’m out,” she replied, her tone calm and detached at the sound of his voice.
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