Back at the AltarI had always believed in happily ever after, until Hunter the rat bastard Willis left me at the altar on our wedding day.
We had been living together for three years, had two dogs, and a condo to die for. What else was there to do but marry? Seal the deal?
Apparently he didn’t feel the same way because I stood at the altar in New York, wearing my black expensive tuxedo and my tight Italian shoes, listening while my soon-to-be ex-almost-husband told the priest and all our friends that he just couldn’t do it and he didn’t love me anymore. In shock and beyond heart-broken, I watched him walk away, dreams shattered and tears streaming down my face. Two weeks later, he was shacked up with someone ‘new,’ the hussy. Apparently he had been secretly f*****g some little twink from
