The Man I’m Marrying Has a Son with Another Woman

“Hi, I’d like to fake a plane crash. I need my identity to disappear for good.”

The staff stared at my ID, passing it back and forth like they couldn’t believe what they were hearing. Finally, one of them spoke up, cautiously.

“Miss Swindell, faking a plane crash is irreversible. If you regret it later, there’s no going back.”

Their reaction wasn’t so different from when Ritchie Camfermann announced he wanted to marry me.

Thinking about all of this, I signed my name firmly to the paper. “I won’t regret this. And I won’t drag you into it, either.”

The wedding was in seven days.