Ysabel’s hand trembled as she signed their marriage certificate.

Just one signature was needed.

One signature on paper that would prevent her mother’s death. One signature that would save them from drowning in debt.

‘One signature… by which I sell myself to a man I don’t love. A man I don’t even know.’

“YSABEL DELA PEÑA-VERANO.”

That name was the new Ysabel.

No church. No ring. No witnesses.

Their wedding was a civil one. Private. Quiet. No joy. No embraces. No ...