Is he the real Mr Santiago?

Nina’s POV

We walked through the doors of the city hall, my heart pounding with a strange mixture of nerves and anticipation. Every step I took beside Mark felt like a step toward a new life, one where I would finally find the strength to stand tall against the betrayal that crushed me. As I walked, Mark was already several paces ahead, his confident strides making it clear he didn’t need to wait for me. I hurried to catch up, my heels clicking against the polished floors, feeling like an echo of the determination building in me.

Today was the day I’d make a statement, the day I’d find a way to make Jordan and Alexa regret everything. Mark was as charismatic as he was indifferent, a man who’d plainly stated he didn’t care for affection. He wasn’t wrong; this wasn’t about love. And I didn’t need it to be.

We reached the marriage office door, and as we pushed through, I was struck by a sight that brought me to a standstill. Jordan and Alexa, hand in hand, standing just a few feet away.