Tell me honestly—would you have stayed?

My name is Emily Parker, and the day I was meant to marry the man I loved began like a perfect California fantasy—sunlit, elegant, and flawless on the surface. The wedding was set in Malibu, at a cliffside resort owned by the Hunter family, one of Los Angeles’s most powerful real-estate dynasties. Luxury surrounded us: Ecuadorian white roses, crystal chandeliers beneath the ceremony tent, and guests dressed like they belonged on glossy magazine covers.

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