“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…

like a champagne flute shattering on marble.

“What I unleashed? Please. I rescued my boy from the most catastrophic misstep of his life. Did you honestly believe a two-year degree and a mid-level position at a local advertising agency magically transformed you into a Wilson? Jason belongs with Melissa Hammond. Her father practically owns the downtown continue reading …