Wedding Bells and Prison Cells
At the dinner on the third day after our wedding, my husband Ryan Lawson's adopted sister, Zelda Lawson, shoved a baby into my arms along with a legal document.
"Victoria Sullivan, I know you can't have children, so I had one for Ryan. This baby is my wedding gift to you. Sign this custody agreement, and we can all still be one family."
I did not take it. Instead, I turned to look at Ryan standing beside me.
He stepped in front of Zelda protectively and said coldly, "Just sign it, Victoria. I can't let the family line end with me."
As I looked at his matter-of-fact expression, I suddenly laughed. Since that was the case, this marriage was no longer worth keeping.