“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…

it was an assassination attempt on my dignity. “But she just provided the entire city with a live demonstration of her true character.”

“What is your directive?” Jason asked, closing the distance between us and wrapping his large, warm hands around mine with deliberate, grounding care. “I will do whatever you want. We can walk out right now.”

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