Ninety-Nine Weddings and a Funeral for Love

It was my ninety-ninth wedding to Ethan Carter, my Southern Belle smile frozen in place despite the whispers of Charleston society.

Suddenly, a hidden screen at the altar flickered to life. It showed Tiffany Hayes tearfully auctioning a fake heirloom, claiming Ethan was her savior while he loudly abandoned me to bid a million dollars on her manufactured drama.

Ethan then systematically unleashed horrifying abuse.

He locked me out and moved Tiffany into our home.

He dangled me from a skyscraper rooftop.

He brutally forced me to desecrate his deceased parents' tombstones.