This is the happiest day ever, I'll marry the man of my life. We do not know each other for a long time but his purse matches my vision. He, is nice and straightforward. He does not even ask about my past, everything is going perfectly until we stand next to the altar and then the terrible truth comes out. His brother, my prospective brother in law, a true whoremaster of mine of yore. That is jaw-dropping, shit, what am I going to do, now?