Runaway Bride, Found Love

On my wedding day, my family fussed over my "delicate nerves" while my fiancé, Mark, told me my only job was to look beautiful. For years, they'd treated me like a fragile doll, a problem to be managed.

An hour before I was meant to walk down the aisle, I overheard them on a forgotten baby monitor. They were discussing the sedative they planned to slip into my champagne.

The goal wasn't just to calm my "hysterics."

It was to get me through the ceremony before sending me to bed, "overcome with emotion."