{"id":2,"date":"2026-01-02T13:35:48","date_gmt":"2026-01-02T13:35:48","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/yayserver.com\/angelthomas\/?page_id=2"},"modified":"2026-01-23T14:54:03","modified_gmt":"2026-01-23T14:54:03","slug":"home","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/yayserver.com\/angelthomas\/","title":{"rendered":"Home"},"content":{"rendered":"<section class=\"l-section wpb_row us_custom_7b813a2c height_medium\" id=\"intro\"><div class=\"l-section-h i-cf\"><div class=\"g-cols vc_row via_grid cols_2 laptops-cols_inherit tablets-cols_inherit mobiles-cols_1 valign_bottom type_default stacking_default\"><div class=\"wpb_column vc_column_container\"><div class=\"vc_column-inner\"><\/div><\/div><div class=\"wpb_column vc_column_container\"><div class=\"vc_column-inner\"><div class=\"wpb_text_column\"><div class=\"wpb_wrapper\"><h2 style=\"font-size: 5rem; font-family: 'Rockness'; text-align: center;\">The Wedding Therapist<\/h2>\n<p>Natalee, a disillusioned marriage counselor, returns home after the loss of her mother to rebuild her life and discovers her purpose in a new career, only to find out that home may not really be home at all and that the only thing that is real is a second chance at true love&#8230;<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><div class=\"w-separator size_small\"><\/div><div class=\"w-btn-wrapper align_center\"><a class=\"w-btn us-btn-style_1 icon_atleft\" href=\"#featured-book\"><i class=\"fal fa-chevron-down\"><\/i><span class=\"w-btn-label\">Learn more &amp; read a chapter!<\/span><\/a><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/section><section class=\"l-section wpb_row us_custom_ab7e9ea9 height_large\" id=\"featured-book\"><div class=\"l-section-h i-cf\"><div class=\"g-cols vc_row via_grid cols_2 laptops-cols_inherit tablets-cols_inherit mobiles-cols_1 valign_top type_default stacking_default\"><div class=\"wpb_column vc_column_container us_custom_7e20fa79 us_animate_this\"><div class=\"vc_column-inner\"><div class=\"wpb_text_column\"><div class=\"wpb_wrapper\"><h2>The Wedding Therapist<\/h2>\n<p data-start=\"163\" data-end=\"488\"><strong>Natalee Sloan knows love inside and out\u2014just not for herself.<\/strong> As a sought-after wedding expert and crisis-solver for high-powered couples, she\u2019s built a career fixing everyone else\u2019s happily ever after. Her own? Long buried alongside the grief of losing her mother and a breakup that left her proposal-ready\u2026 and heartbroken.<\/p>\n<p data-start=\"490\" data-end=\"749\">So when strange, almost prophetic visions begin nudging her toward change, Natalee does the unthinkable: she quits her life, swears off romance, and escapes to her hometown of Kindle Creek to reinvent herself as a Wedding Therapist at the charming Candle Inn.<\/p>\n<p data-start=\"751\" data-end=\"1030\">Enter Jayce\u2014her childhood crush, freshly returned from the city with regrets, a bruised heart, and unfinished business where Natalee is concerned. Add an inconvenient ex determined to win her back, an inn on the verge of being sold, and a town where everyone knows your business\u2026<\/p>\n<p data-start=\"1032\" data-end=\"1169\" data-is-last-node=\"\" data-is-only-node=\"\">Turns out running from love is a lot harder than planning the perfect wedding\u2014and sometimes the biggest risk is opening your heart again.<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><div class=\"w-separator size_small\"><\/div><div class=\"w-popup w-btn-wrapper align_center\"><button type=\"button\" aria-label=\"Read a Free Chapter!\" class=\"w-popup-trigger type_btn w-btn us-btn-style_5 icon_atleft\"><i class=\"fas fa-book-open\"><\/i><span class=\"w-btn-label\">Read a Free Chapter!<\/span><\/button><div class=\"w-popup-overlay\" style=\"background:rgba(240,89,89,0.9);\"><\/div><div class=\"w-popup-wrap layout_default\" role=\"dialog\" aria-modal=\"true\" aria-label=\"Read a Free Chapter!\" style=\"--title-color:var(--color-content-heading);--title-bg-color:#ffffff;--content-color:var(--color-content-text);--content-bg-color:#ffffff;--closer-color:var(--color-content-link-hover);--popup-width:700px;--popup-padding:5%;\"><div class=\"w-popup-box animation_fadeIn closerpos_inside without_title\"><div class=\"w-popup-box-h\"><button aria-label=\"Close\" class=\"w-popup-closer\" type=\"button\"><\/button><div class=\"w-popup-box-content\"><h2 style=\"text-align: center;\">Chapter 2<\/h2>\n<p>\u201cYou smell so good, Natalee. I love your smell,\u201d he says.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cCarter, don\u2019t make me blush. You know I love it when you look at me, nose in the air, like you\u2019re smelling to see if dinner is ready,\u201d I say with a laugh.<\/p>\n<p>His response to my shyness, like a switch, turns my light-hearted laughter into a moment of silence. Suddenly, a strong pull where gravity only existed between\u00a0him and me, and his body is the missing link. My body had an agenda, and it was going to meet its objective. To get close. So close we become one. The closer I get, the more I yearn for his connection. I am his portal, and only he fits inside of me. I feel him pacing at the gates<u>\u00a0,<\/u>\u00a0\u00a0and he looks at me to say with more breath than actual words, \u201cI\u2019m ready to eat.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWait-there\u2019s something I\u2019ve been meaning to talk to you about,\u201d he\u00a0continues.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhat\u00a0now, Carter?\u201d I say like a pouting child being told it\u2019s time to stop playing and come into the house. Sensing the seriousness of his facial expression, now transitioning from seduction to conducting a business meeting, I ask him, \u201cIs everything okay?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>He looks at me almost blankly now at this point and says, \u201cI love you. We\u2019ve always been honest with one another, and this may not be the best timing, but when is it ever?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>I interrupt, sensing anxiety in what will happen next. I continue with a sultry-sounding voice and lean in to say, \u201cHey, I\u2019m not sure where this is going<u>\u00a0,<\/u>\u00a0\u00a0but whatever it is, I\u2019m sure we can talk about it later. Now let\u2019s get back to\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n<p>He, for some reason, extends his right arm toward my face to press his index finger on my lips and says, \u201cNatalee, I love you, and I\u2019m ready to get married.\u201d Hearing this set off an immediate deep excitement and heavy desire that washed through my body like a windstorm positioned only over the sea, creating a waterspout for all to marvel at that would instantly dry up when he said these next words, \u201cBut you\u2019re not my wife.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Suddenly, I feel the wind blowing on my face. It\u2019s like a tickle that, as anxiety surrenders, contentment slowly blankets me. The wind moves faster. So fast that if I close my eyes, I almost become that little girl in the backseat of the car with Mom and Dad. So close, I can almost hear their voices. It starts as a whisper in a chorus. Almost like a recitation, the words are steadily repeated. As the volume increases, I can hardly make out the words until, jarringly, the tone becomes a piercing cry. I finally hear it. \u201cIt\u2019s coming your way, stop!\u201d<\/p>\n<p>The words hit me like shrapnel, puncturing and scattering like fragments throughout my body. This led to a pain so great it\u2019s as if a weight the size of a truck is sitting on my chest. It\u2019s stifling. It\u2019s suffocating. I\u2019m panting, and I feel it. I can hardly breathe, can hardly move, but my eyes see the lights, and it\u2019s brilliant. It\u2019s Magnificent. It\u2019s the blanket all around me. I try to reason with myself, but words can\u2019t describe what\u2019s happening to me now.<\/p>\n<p>I hear a phone ringing incessantly in the background and realize it\u2019s time to wake up.\u00a0<em>Wake up, Natalee! \u00a0<\/em>I tell myself.\u00a0<em>Wake up!<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I wake up and answer the phone.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cUm, hello\u201d, I say.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cNatalie, what are you doing? hearing Peppermint<\/p>\n<p>\u201cTalking on the phone to you\u201d, I respond.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cListen, smart mouth. I\u2019m being serious right now. Are you free?\u201d, asks Peppermint<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWell, you asked. Anyway, what is this about? Why do you want to know if I\u2019m free? I respond with simmering confusion.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cBecause I\u2019m coming over.\u201d, she says.<\/p>\n<p>\u201c Oh, that\u2019s great, Pepper. It\u2019d be nice to plan a girls\u2019 trip. Let me know when you want to do that, and we\u2019ll make it happen. Anyway, thanks for checking in.<u>\u00a0\u00a0<\/u>I\u2019m actually just getting up<u>\u00a0,<\/u>\u00a0\u00a0and I\u2019ve got a lot of things to do today, so\u2026 I\u2019ll check in with you in a few days, OK?\u201d I recount now with a mix of sarcasm.<\/p>\n<p>\u201c You know, you\u2019d better be glad I went to see my therapist this week.\u201d, Peppermint retorts.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI am. You need it.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cAnd you need it too! You\u2019ve been stuck in that high-rise apartment by yourself for months. It\u2019s a wonder how you\u2019re even able to pay for it since you hardly work now. I mean I know your clientele pays you well and sends for you whenever they need a marriage cleanup before the mistress hits primetime, but-um, nowyou\u2019re home. I mean, you were always traveling, making money, or talking about what you wanted to do next with your business. You\u2019d tell me how exciting it was whenever you had another celebrity or CEO reaching out from a referral. You own the game. But that was almost a year ago, and while I may not know what\u2019s in your bank account, I know that this is not sustainable. I\u2019m worried about you, Lee.\u201d, she exclaims.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cDon\u2019t worry about me. You know how I am about money. I have money in savings.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cFor retirement, Natalie. Girl, you\u2019re only thirty-four. That compound interest was not ready for you this year.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cListen, you\u2019re my best friend, and there\u2019s not much you don\u2019t know about me, except this. I feel like I lost my anchor. I always knew what I wanted to do with my life. Where I was going. I took for granted who would be there with me.\u201d\u00a0\u00a0I say with my throat tightening from the grief stuffed deep in my chest.<\/p>\n<p>Anyway, you can\u2019t relate. You\u2019ve always had family. I mean, your family picture is in the dictionary under the word family. Your parents have been married for over forty years\u2014happily. You and your siblings get together as couples and plan weekends. Not just once but several times a year. I mean, who else does that? And even though you complain about Chris taking too long to propose to you, the one thing you can\u2019t deny is that\u00a0that man loves you. Me? It\u2019s always been Mom and me. Especially when she got sick. Now that she\u2019s gone. Now that my mother is gone. There\u2019s just me.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cLee, I\u2019m sorry you lost your mother, and I don\u2019t know what it\u2019s like to lose a parent. But I do know Ms. Evelyn would not want you to spend the rest of your life looking back when everything she did was for your future. You\u2019re still here, and you\u2019re not alone. Anyway, that\u2019s why I called you. I\u2019m coming over to see you.\u201d Pepper says.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI appreciate that, but I am really busy. I have some things that I\u2019m working on today and a few places that I need to follow up with. And there are errands-yeah. Errands that I need to see about. So, you see, I have a lot going on and\u2026\u201d, I start explaining.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cToo late. I\u2019m already in town. I\u2019ll be at your house in two minutes.\u201d, she says.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWait, what? You\u2019re joking, right? Hello? Hello? Pepper? Pepper, are you there?\u201d I say, but reasoning that there\u2019s no way she is in town, let alone at my house in a matter of moments.<\/p>\n<p>The doorbell rings, and in near disbelief, I walk over to my door to see who it is, but also knowing who it is.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>\u201cLee! Hi, best friend!\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cHey,\u00a0\u00a0what are you doing here? When you said you were coming over, I thought you meant you wanted to plan a trip or something. Washington is not exactly next door to Virginia. Why are you here?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cNatalee, for you, sweetheart. That\u2019s what best friends and family members do for one another. We show up for each other. Look, I tried to give you the space you asked for, and I tried to do things your way. But now it\u2019s time to do things my way.\u201d Peppermint says.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYour way? Look, this is my life<u>\u00a0,<\/u>\u00a0\u00a0and if I want to lie in bed for another six months, it\u2019ll be too little because I haven\u2019t slept for the last twenty years! You know I\u2019m a borderline insomniac.\u201d I respond still in confusion but now also a rising indignation in defense of my choice to transition to a life of more leisure and leisure said with an accent.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cSeriously, I came all this way to spend time with my bestie. If that means another day of sleeping in, then make me a spot. But\u00a0let me tell you the other reason that I\u2019m here. Do you remember Sofia? My friend from work I told you about?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cUm the girl who\u2019s getting married.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYes, well. She still is, and it is happening this weekend in Kindle Creek. Even though her family is from Lakeland just over the state line, they had a connection to Candle Inn\u2014you know, by the river. Remember she asked me to be a bridesmaid. Well, I don\u2019t want to go to the wedding by myself, and so I thought maybe you could come with me.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cKindle Creek! Home, Pepper? That\u2019s a lot. We\u2019re several hundred miles away.\u00a0That\u2019s not a trip you just pick up and drive to. I mean, I\u2019d have to pack. I\u2019d have to cancel my appointments.\u201d, I recount almost hurriedly as I continue down the list of things that would need to be done.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cAppointments? When was the last time you accepted a counseling case from one of your celeb referrals?\u201d, Peppermint asks.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cHey, I don\u2019t just work with celebrities. However, since you mentioned it, I need to be available in the event someone needs me to pack up and do a couple\u2019s counseling intensive on location. I mean, you\u2019re just now telling me? I have things to do. I can\u2019t just show up at a wedding last minute. I have nothing to wear. My hair is a mess and most importantly, I don\u2019t want to go.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cNatalee, please, please, please. I know it\u2019s last-minute, but if I told you ahead of time, you wouldn\u2019t go. And if I told you I was coming to town to swoop you up, you would have made up some excuse about how you\u2019re so busy running errands or something like organizing your laundry. We\u2019ll go get your hair done and pick up an outfit today.\u201d\u00a0Peppermint says as she tugs at my arm, motioning me to get up from the couch.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cAnyway, I feel like you have been avoiding me, and I miss my friend. We haven\u2019t hung out in so long. And you\u2019ve gone through so much this year, I just thought if I surprised you, you couldn\u2019t possibly say no. Just one weekend of fun, babe, and I promise next time you can choose whatever baskets in your house need organizing, and I\u2019ll be your right-hand lady. Just kidding, but seriously, say yes, Lee. Look, I know you haven\u2019t been back home since your mom passed,\u00a0\u00a0but I\u2019ll be right next to you. It&#8217;ll be good to see everyone. Yes?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cNo. But for you, yes. But only for the weekend, then I\u2019m taking the first flight back home.\u201d, I say, relenting.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYes! Of course, ladybug. I\u2019ve got to fly out in a couple of days, too. Some of us are still on a tight leash at work. I need my vacation time so I can be ready for Chris whenever he pops the question.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cHow could I forget? Forever proposal ready.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cExactly! And don\u2019t forget again. Speaking of getting ready, where can I unpack? I checked into the hotel on Crawford Street yesterday so I could surprise you, but checkout is at noon, so since we\u2019re going back home together, we might as well be roomies like the old days. I\u2019ll be back at one o\u2019clock to pick you up for your hair appointment. Wear something super cute. You never know who you might meet.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI\u2019ll wear something cute because I still have a reputation, and cute is all I know how to do\u2014ha<u>\u00a0&#8211;<\/u>ha.<\/p>\n<p>\u201c There\u2019s the girl I know. OK, love you. See you soon. Bye!<\/p>\n<p>\u201cBye, Pepper,\u201d I say as I watch her close the door behind.<\/p>\n<p>Who am I kidding? I haven&#8217;t put on anything nice in a long time. I don\u2019t like going out the way I used to. It\u2019s not that these clothes don\u2019t fit, it&#8217;s just that they don\u2019t fit me, who I am. Hell, my life doesn\u2019t seem to fit the way it used to anymore.<\/p>\n<p>I\u2019m different now. I look the same on the outside. I\u2019m still five foot six. Long curly brown hair. Brown eyes. Size six with toasted coconut skin and a dimple on my right cheek that you can only see when I smile really wide, like it was squeezed out. At least, that\u2019s what my dating profile says.<\/p>\n<p>All the appointments, schedule changes, errands, last-minute projects, conferences, networking events, and caregiving have left the fabric of my life in the wrong size, and now I\u2019m sitting here trying to figure out a dress when I can\u2019t even figure out my life at the moment.<\/p>\n<p>I should call Pepper now and tell her I can\u2019t make it, but I won\u2019t because she\u2019s right. I have been avoiding her\u2014and everyone else, for that matter. I only sneak into my life when it feels safe, and I think no one will see me. If someone sees me, I will have to smile and conjure up the twinkle around my eyes now buried deep behind the memory of my mother\u2019s passing. I would have to say\u00a0I\u2019m doing well<em>\u00a0<\/em>when the thought of having to pretend everything is fine already\u00a0reminds me more of everything that isn\u2019t.<\/p>\n<p>I would tell of all the wonderful things I am doing in my career and the places I get to travel. I\u2019d share stories like the time I had a client from a huge Fortune 500 company request that I meet him and his wife for a marriage intensive in the Bahamas. He and his wife had been married for twenty-three years and had two children. He was a high-level executive at the company and wanted to hire me for a week of long-form marriage counseling while abroad. These types of requests were my absolute favorite as I could combine travel for work and recreation at the same time. I would work the first four hours of the day and have the remaining afternoon and evening for myself, excluding on-call questions. The hours were labor-intensive as I would help the pair, begin the process of exploring what led to the juncture of their relationship, and excavate the underlying ingredients of what would be key to their journey of reconciliation. Of course, everything couldn\u2019t be fixed in one week, but I must admit I would be in awe at how quickly the trajectory of a relationship would change when both partners could begin to see that there was, in fact, hope. You could tell when it was happening when the words being said sounded like\u00a0\u201cI never knew you felt that way\u201d or \u201cI understand now why you\u2026\u201d When I would begin to hear these statements of clarity with empathy, I knew they were on the hook for healing and had the makings of an arduous but more certainly transformational story to share with each other and for the generations ahead.<\/p>\n<p>Now\u00a0I can\u2019t imagine having these kinds of conversations that bring up such depth of emotions. Hearing about sadness, loneliness, and the fears of someone\u2019s deepest inner emotional world is the last thing I can imagine sitting with right now. It\u2019s not that I don\u2019t care about the couples I work with or the immense fulfillment I felt in being able to help repair a marriage, a family, and maybe, in my small way, society. It\u2019s a noble job.<\/p>\n<p>Instead, it\u2019s because I\u2019m liable to fall apart in session myself. The arguing, suspicion, anger, and bitterness that you must get through to get to all the beautiful tears is more than I can handle right now. I just don\u2019t think I have it in me anymore.<\/p>\n<p>As much as I don\u2019t want to admit that the thing that I have loved for so long, love, no longer has its luster. It looks pale. Hold it in the light, its brilliance gone and flat. When I could see the light in the middle of a moving counseling session, I knew it was a glimmer of love, and we could follow its brightness on the path to mending a marriage. Now\u00a0I know for sure that love is not enough. Love has its end. Maybe not the emotions, but their tangible fruits are but for a season. You can love a partner with everything in you, and they can betray your trust. You can work hard for your dream job and reach its highest success, then one day you find out the company is downsizing. You can love someone through the most challenging test of life as deeply as if you are donating parts of yourself to extend theirs, and even in your most valiant, fervent efforts, know that love is not enough to save. 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Ut enim ad minim veniam, quis nostrud exercitation ullamco laboris.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div><div class=\"w-post-elm post_custom_field usg_post_custom_field_1 type_text author\"><span class=\"w-post-elm-before\">&mdash; <\/span><p>Jane Does, writer at <em>Blog Name<\/em><\/p>\n<\/div><\/div>\t\t<\/div>\r\n\t\t\t<\/article>\r\n<\/div><div class=\"w-grid-carousel-json hidden\" onclick='return {&quot;carousel_settings&quot;:{&quot;aria_labels&quot;:{&quot;prev&quot;:&quot;Previous&quot;,&quot;next&quot;:&quot;Next&quot;},&quot;autoplayContinual&quot;:false,&quot;autoplayHoverPause&quot;:false,&quot;autoplayTimeout&quot;:3000,&quot;autoWidth&quot;:false,&quot;smartSpeed&quot;:350,&quot;margin&quot;:0,&quot;mouseDrag&quot;:true,&quot;rtl&quot;:false,&quot;slideBy&quot;:&quot;1&quot;,&quot;touchDrag&quot;:true,&quot;slideTransition&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;responsive&quot;:{&quot;0&quot;:{&quot;autoHeight&quot;:false,&quot;autoplay&quot;:false,&quot;autoWidth&quot;:false,&quot;center&quot;:false,&quot;dots&quot;:false,&quot;items&quot;:1,&quot;loop&quot;:false,&quot;nav&quot;:false,&quot;stagePadding&quot;:0,&quot;slideBy&quot;:&quot;1&quot;},&quot;601&quot;:{&quot;items&quot;:1,&quot;autoplay&quot;:false,&quot;center&quot;:false,&quot;dots&quot;:true,&quot;nav&quot;:false,&quot;autoHeight&quot;:false,&quot;autoWidth&quot;:false,&quot;loop&quot;:false,&quot;stagePadding&quot;:0}}}}'><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/section><section class=\"l-section wpb_row us_custom_424ad8b3 height_large color_primary\" id=\"author-profile\"><div class=\"l-section-overlay\" style=\"background:linear-gradient(95deg, rgba(242,244,245,0) 46%,rgba(255,117,107,0.92) 46%)\"><\/div><div class=\"l-section-h i-cf\"><div class=\"g-cols vc_row via_grid cols_2 laptops-cols_inherit tablets-cols_inherit mobiles-cols_1 valign_top type_default stacking_default\"><div class=\"wpb_column vc_column_container\"><div class=\"vc_column-inner\"><\/div><\/div><div class=\"wpb_column vc_column_container us_custom_47474b22 us_animate_this\"><div class=\"vc_column-inner\"><div class=\"wpb_text_column us_custom_0aec25cc\"><div class=\"wpb_wrapper\"><h2>Meet the author<\/h2>\n<p>Livian Blush is a storyteller at heart\u2014both on the page and in real life. As a seasoned marriage counselor, she\u2019s spent years helping couples navigate the complexities of love, trust, and connection. But when the day winds down, she trades in her therapy chair for a pen (or keyboard), crafting emotionally rich romances on the winter\u2019s edge of a burgeoning love.<\/p>\n<p>Her debut relationship book,\u00a0<em>Every Day, I Do: How to Rewrite Your Vows After an Affair<\/em>, offers a heartfelt guide for couples looking to rebuild. Now, Livian is bringing her deep understanding of love into the world of romance fiction with her captivating new series,\u00a0<em>The Wedding Therapist<\/em>\u2014a serialized\u00a0\u00a0collection of slow-burn love stories with heart, heat, and healing.<\/p>\n<p>When she\u2019s not writing or working with clients, Livian enjoys dancing, reading, working out, and spending time with her family and friends near the beach. A believer in second chances and soul-deep love, she pours her passion for relationships into every story she tells.<\/p>\n<p><strong>Through fiction and real-life insight, Livian invites readers to believe in love again\u2014one exposed secret at a time.<\/strong><\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><div class=\"w-separator size_small\"><\/div><div class=\"w-btn-wrapper align_center\"><a class=\"w-btn us-btn-style_3 icon_atleft\" href=\"#contact-newsletter\"><i class=\"fal fa-paper-plane\"><\/i><span class=\"w-btn-label\">Contact Livian<\/span><\/a><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/section><section class=\"l-section wpb_row us_custom_ba13d8bf height_large\" id=\"news\"><div class=\"l-section-h i-cf\"><div class=\"g-cols vc_row via_grid cols_1 laptops-cols_inherit tablets-cols_inherit mobiles-cols_1 valign_top type_default stacking_default\"><div class=\"wpb_column vc_column_container\"><div class=\"vc_column-inner\"><div class=\"wpb_text_column us_custom_60e9caca us_animate_this\"><div 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