As Sean drove, she leaned back and tried to remember her wedding day. In a rush to elope with Marco, she’d found it difficult to concentrate on the ceremony. She could vaguely remember standing at an altar decorated with white roses listening to the officiant drone on and on.

When it came time for her to speak, her voice cracked as she said, “I do.” Then Sean had lifted the veil and planted a very chaste kiss on her lips. She’d hated the kiss most of all—it had left like a betrayal of Marco.

After that, she remembered rushing away, hastily tearing at the small buttons on her dress to...