“Now you’ll never marry my son!” my mother-in-law laughed, setting my wedding dress on fire. I wiped my tears, smiled coldly, and said, “Enjoy destroying that dress, because the wedding was never the real trap.” Her face went completely pale when I made one quick phone call…

dark smoke coiled around the crystal chandelier, looking like a phantom trying on expensive jewelry.

“The ceremony is canceled,” Margaret declared, waving a dismissive, elegant hand to bat away the acrid stench. “I shall inform the guests you suffered a nervous breakdown. Cold feet. Jason will be devastated for a week, but he will recover. They always continue reading …