“The minister’s voice echoed through the ornate chapel: “Do you take Angelina Adenike Walters as your lawful wife?” Nathaniel Xander Hugh’s response was curt, devoid of emotion. His eyes betrayed nothing as he uttered, “I do.” Angelina’s heart raced as the minister turned to her, asking the pivotal question: “Do you take Nathaniel Xander Hugh as your lawful husband?” Her gaze locked onto her unresponsive betrothed. In a crooked voice, she whispered, “I do.” With divine authority, the minister declared them husband and wife. The anticipation hung heavy as they stood at the altar. Angelina’s stranger-husband moved toward her, lifting her white veil slightly. She closed her eyes, ready for their first kiss—but instead, a rush of air swept past her. Her eyes fluttered open, and she realized she was alone. Humiliated and abandoned, she understood: she was merely a replacement.”