“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…

Eddie pinged me relentlessly. “The agency is fielding calls from three national brands. They want the ‘Fireproof Bride’ consulting on crisis management campaigns. Speaking tours. Keynotes. What’s the play, Val?”

Jason gently pushed my phone face down onto the wooden table. “You possess the right to decline all of it,” he said, his lawyer’s brain constantly continue reading …