“Relax, It’s Just A Joke,” My Husband Laughed As He Pushed My Face Into The Wedding Cake, He Had No Idea What Was Lurking Inside… Or That My Brother Was About To Destroy His Entire Life.

Part 1: The Crimson Cake

The ballroom of the Grand Excelsior was a sea of shimmering silk, $50,000 worth of white orchids, and the clinking of crystal flutes. I stood there, feeling like a princess in a hand-stitched gown that had taken six months to create. My husband, Connor Hale, leaned in close, his breath smelling of expensive bourbon and a victory continue reading …