“Please tell me this is a joke.”Ciara looked like she wanted to murder someone. We were sitting in her office, and she was pacing the length of the room, her heels clacking on the tiles and filling the silence between us. I couldn’t bring myself to look up at her, or even say anything worthwhile. I just sat there and stared at my toes, a dull ringing sound in my ear. “Olivia, look at me,” she said, coming to stand in front of me. “Do you or do you not remember signing that document?”“I don’t remember signing anything,” I replied. “It has to be fake.”She placed the papers in front of me, and asked in a calm voice that sounded like she was holding back a storm, “Is this not your signature?”“It is,” I replied tersely. “Is that not your handwriting for the date?”“It is.”“But you don’t remember signing anything like this?”“No, I do not,” I replied. “If it was three days before the wedding, then I will definitely remember signing if I did.”And then, suddenly, it hit me like a ton
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