"Apologies, Miss. Your usual parking spot is now registered to another car."
I scanned the code again, but the parking garage gate remained stubbornly closed. Through the barrier, I saw a sleek, unfamiliar car parked in my designated spot.
Recognition struck me instantly. It was the car Jonah had promised to give me two months ago.
But now, the person stepping out of it wasn't me. It was Nadia.
She saw me immediately, her gaze flickering in my direction. But instead of acknowledging my presence, she put on a deliberate act—lifting a bright red marriage certificate and waving it in front of Jonah.
"Jonah," she said, "as soon as the City Hall opens tomorrow, I'll go with you to apply for a divorce. That way, I won't delay your wedding with Arabelle."
The only thing redder than the marriage certificate was Nadia's teary eyes.
Jonah reached out, rubbing her head with an affectionate indulgence. His voice was low, coaxing.
"Silly girl," he murmured. "Just wait a little longer. Arabelle won't marry anyone but me. She'd wait years if she had to."