After my father’s funeral, my husband asked about my inheritance. I told him my sister had inherited a fortune of $3.3 billion. He married her a few days later—thinking he’d hit the lottery. I laughed… because he hadn’t.

Dr. Fischer had scheduled the official reading of the will for Monday, and I hoped the professional atmosphere would compel her to regain her composure.

Unfortunately not.

When I entered the conference room, I froze. Marcus was sitting next to Isabella, his hand resting on hers—the finger on which dangled a new diamond ring. Dr. Fischer cleared his throat.

“Before we begin,” he said, “there is the matter of marital status.”

He turned to Isabella. “You mentioned you were planning to marry Mr. Keller this weekend?”

She lifted her chin. “We already did it. In Nevada. On Sunday.”

Marcus smiled with self-satisfaction and satisfaction.

Dr. Fischer calmly slid some papers across the table.
“Then we have a problem. Mr. Keller is still legally married to Clara.”

Marcus snorted, “We’re separated.”

“Living apart isn’t the same as divorce,” Dr. Fischer replied. “There’s no final verdict. The marriage is invalid.”

For the first time, Isabella seemed concerned. “Marcus, you told me…”

“It’s a formality,” he growled.

“No,” Dr. Fischer replied calmly. “And marital status has direct consequences for trusts.”

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