I thought marrying the man I loved meant building a life together—until his mother moved in and began tearing mine apart. I’m Bree, 32, from a small town in northern Georgia, where neighbors bring you peach cobbler just because. I had a quiet life, a steady job, and a cozy apartment—until I met Mike. He was charming and easy to love, and three months later, we were inseparable.
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