When Layla’s in-laws dismiss her courthouse marriage as “not real,” she plans a lavish reception to prove a point. But this isn’t a wedding, it’s an exit. As secrets unravel and power shifts, Layla steps into the spotlight one final time… not as a wife, but as a woman they’ll never forget.
I never needed a wedding gown to feel like a bride.
When Derek and I got married, we didn’t have cake tastings or linen samples or the clink of crystal under fairy lights. Instead, we had a courthouse clerk who barely looked up, two simple rings, and a quiet lunch afterward at a hole-in-the-wall bistro where the napkins didn’t match the silverware.
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