I was standing at the altar, about to marry the man of my dreams, when the church doors burst open. It was my mother-in-law. She was wearing my exact wedding dress, my bouquet, everything. She glided down the aisle, announcing to our shocked guests that she was making it a "double wedding." I stood there, humiliated and ready to run. My dream was ruined. But then my fiancé, Noah, leaned in close, his voice steady and calm. "Hold on," he whispered. "I know what to do. Just trust me." On my weddin

On the day of my husband’s funeral, his horse broke the lid of the...