My ex-girlfriend humiliated me, so I married her mother.

Imagine standing in front of three hundred strangers while the person you love most systematically dismantles your entire existence for laughs. Imagine watching your life become a meme before you even get home. Imagine fleeing with nothing but a dead phone and a shattered ego, only to be rescued by a woman in sunglasses the size of dinner plates, driving a convertible with a chihuahua named Sir Barksalot. Now imagine discovering that woman is your ex’s mother. This is not a story about revenge. It is a story about how the universe sometimes humiliates you simply to put you exactly where you were meant to be. My name is Liv, and I married my ex-girlfriend’s mother. And before you judge me, let me explain why this was the most logical decision I ever made.