Marry Ex's Billionaire Uncle After Divorce (Aurora and Jasper) novel Chapter 215

Chapter 180: The Registration

(Author’s POV)

“No.” He said it immediately. “That’s not it.”

“Then what is it?”

He turned and pushed open the study door. The wall inside was covered in photographs – her photographs,

frames he’d hung himself, pictures spanning years. He gestured at them without speaking.

She looked at the wall. Then back at him.

“Tomorrow,” he said.

She smiled.

The next morning, they arrived at the registry office before nine. The waiting room was nearly empty. A clerk processed their paperwork with the brisk efficiency of someone who had done this several hundred

times.

Before he signed, Jasper looked at her. “You’re sure you don’t want to tell your father first?”

“He’ll be happy for us.” She picked up the pen and signed her name. “He’s always liked you.”

She handed him the pen. He took it.

He thought, briefly, of nothing in particular. Or perhaps of something he didn’t allow himself to look at

directly.

Then he signed.

When they walked out into the morning light, he was holding the marriage certificate. The paper was heavier than it should have been, or perhaps that was just the way it felt. He stood on the front steps and

looked at it.

Sienna tugged his arm. “Look at the camera.”

He turned. She held up her phone, and they stood together holding the certificate, and she took the photo.

She was already typing the caption before they reached the car. He watched her finish it, watched her add the photo, watched her thumb hover over the button.

She posted it.

Then she tilted her phone away from him and smiled at the screen, small and private and satisfied.

*Aurora would hear about it soon enough

(Author’s POV)

Chloe came through.

Chapter 180 The Registration

Clam

Within two weeks of making a few well–placed calls, she had handed Tiffany everything she needed – text messages, hotel receipts, photographs. The kind of evidence that made lawyers set down their coffee and say, “This is clean. We can work with this.”

Tiffany filed for divorce on a Thursday. By the following Monday, the asset freeze was in place.

She sat in her attorney’s office afterward and did the math. Two apartments. One commercial property. A

bank account that had never been in her name. The household allowance Zachary had given her each

month had been generous enough on the surface, but she’d spent the last three years quietly routing most

of it back to her family after their business collapsed. What remained was barely enough to cover

Quentin’s school fees for the semester.

She’d handed Olivia a coffee at the boutique one afternoon and said, very calmly, “I have essentially

nothing.”

Olivia had looked at her for a long moment. Then she said, “You have your hands. And you have your eye.

That’s more than most people start with.”

Tiffany had laughed, which surprised her.

Olivia wasn’t done. “You graduated top of your class. You built a brand from scratch at twenty–four. You

shut it down for a kid and a man who didn’t deserve either. So now you open it again.”

“It’s been years, Olivia.”

“So what? The industry doesn’t forget talent. It just waits.” Olivia leaned across the counter. “I want to invest. As a partner. Real equity, not a favor.”

Tiffany’s eyes went warm. She looked down at her hands – the same hands that had spent the last decade doing nothing more creative than signing school permission slips.

“I’d need a studio,” she said.

“I know a space.”

“And time. I’d need time to make something worth showing.”

“Take it.” Olivia straightened up. “But start now. Today. Don’t wait until the divorce is final.”

Tiffany nodded. Something that had been sitting dormant in her chest for years shifted and caught.

She went home that evening and opened a sketchbook she hadn’t touched since before Quentin was born.

(Aurora’s POV)

I found it by accident

I was scrolling through i********: late on a Wednesday night, half–asleep, when the image stopped me A silhouette. That was all just the outline of a gown against a pale background, no color, no detail, just the shape of it. But the shape was extraordinary. The way the skirt fell. The suggestion of structure at the bodice. Something about the proportions was exactly right.

Chapter 180 The Registration

I sat up.

Cam

The account had fewer than two hundred followers. No brand name. Just a handle and a single post with a location tag and a small note: *Available for commission. DMs open.*

I sent a message before I thought too hard about it.

The next afternoon, I showed Phineas the address.

He looked at it. “There’s no business name.”

“I know.”

“Or signage.”

“I know.”

He put his coat on without another word.

We walked the street twice before we found it – a narrow door between a florist and a dry cleaner, no sign, just a small handwritten card tucked in the corner of the window. Phineas pushed the door open and held

it for me.

Inside, the space was small and very clean. Bolts of fabric were stacked along one wall. A dress form stood in the center of the room wearing something half–finished in ivory silk. The light was good.

Tiffany came out from the back room, and we both stopped.

She recognized me first. Her expression went flat and careful in the way people’s faces do when they’re deciding very quickly how to handle a situation.

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