My future mother-in-law had spent years claiming Leo belonged with his wealthy former girlfriend instead of me. After I was left with facial scars in a hit-and-run just weeks before our wedding, she believed fate had finally handed her the opportunity to make that dream come true—completely unaware of what was waiting for her inside the church.
Three weeks before our wedding day, a black SUV ignored a red light and crashed directly into the driver’s side of my car.
