“We will have this marriage annulled by Monday morning,” Caleb barked, stepping into my personal space, his hands clenching into fists at his sides.

“You think you can walk out of a hospital room with fourteen million dollars of Vance family assets because you held an old man’s hand for seven days?

You are a nobody, Nora.

A fraud.”

“I am his wife,” I said, holding my ground, refusing to step back, my voice steady despite the adrenaline racing through me.

“And under the terms of Julian’s trust, I am the sole executor of his estate and the sole owner of the Oak Tailor property downtown.”

Caleb leaned in, and his voice dropped to a low, dangerous whisper.