The massive screen displaying our marriage certificate cast a bluish glow across the stunned faces in the ballroom. My own signature stared back at me, dated exactly two years ago—a marriage I had no memory of.
"This is impossible," I heard someone whisper.
My eyes darted between the certificate and Nathaniel's composed face. While everyone else was in chaos, he remained perfectly calm, like a chess player who had anticipated every move.
"As you can see," Nathaniel continued smoothly, addressing the shocked crowd, "Juliana has been my wife for the past two years. Any claims to the contrary are false."
Wyatt's face had turned an unhealthy shade of purple. "You can't expect us to believe this! It's clearly forged!"
"The certificate has been properly registered with the National Marriage Bureau," Nathaniel replied. "Feel free to verify it."