Never His Only Bride

Summary

Ever since we got engaged, Logan and I had never been able to set a firm date for our wedding.

The obstacle was Serena—his first love, who had allegedly thrown herself in front of an oncoming truck years ago to pull him from the wreckage. A debt paid in blood, his family’s traditional superstitions dictated: no joyful vows could be taken, no white dresses worn, until five full years of mourning had passed.

Then came the positive pregnancy test. Suddenly, both our families had no choice but to force the calendar forward. The invitations were printed.