Seven Miscarriages, My Uncle's Sin

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Three hours before my wedding, my fiancé called to say he wasn't coming. He'd just gone and gotten a marriage license with Ashley Miller, of all people.

I stood there, feeling the judging stares of our guests, when suddenly the hotel doors swung open. It was my fiancé's uncle, Greg, and he was leading the most insane procession of limousines I'd ever seen. He presented me with a bouquet of nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine red roses, telling me he'd been secretly crushing on me for