My Best Friend's Joke Cost Me Seven Miscarriages. My Husband and Brother Helped.

My best friend made a bet on my wedding night. She said I wasn't allowed to have my husband's baby. My husband Garrett agreed. My brother Dylan performed every procedure himself. Seven pregnancies. Seven times they looked me in the eyes and said my body was too weak to carry a child. I believed them. Every single time. It wasn't until I was choking on my own blood at forty that I learned the truth. Now I'm back on my wedding day. And this time, the only person I trust is me.