The wedding was quiet.
Private.
No guests.
No smiles.
No love.
Emily stood beside Alexander in a simple white dress.
No one applauded.
No one cared.
"Do you agree?" the officiant asked.
"Yes," Alexander said.
His voice was steady.
Unshaken.
Emily hesitated.
Just for a second.
Then—
"Yes."
The word felt heavy.
Like a chain.
Or a weapon.
When the ceremony ended, Alexander leaned slightly closer.
"From now on," he said quietly,
"You are Mrs. Blackwood."
Emily met his gaze.
"And don't forget," she replied,
"This is just a contract."