What he seemed to have forgotten was that before building my own company, I had spent seven years working in corporate compliance.
I touched my burning cheek and looked toward the unsigned marriage license waiting beside the officiant.
Lorraine had spent months describing me as “sweet,” “trainable,” and “exactly what Daniel needed.”
I had interpreted those comments as awkward attempts at affection.
Now I understood exactly what she had meant.
They didn’t want a daughter-in-law.
They wanted a woman whose bank account remained available while her opinions stayed silent.
And
