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Everyone in our social circle envied me for marrying Hudson Rivers. He was the only son of the Rivers family, cool, distinguished, and never caught up in any drama. I used to think I had great taste. But at our wedding, Hudson brushed right past me, stepped in front of his first crush, Naomi Carter, and took her glass without a second thought. His face cold as ice, he stood firmly up for her. "Naomi can't handle alcohol. I'll take this for her." I kept my smile right and went through the motions with him. That night, after the wedding, I had three cases of Whisky delivered to our bridal suite. I turned to Hudson and said, "Go on, drink up. You seemed pretty good at holding your liquor when you were drinking for Naomi earlier. "Since we're married, let me get a taste of just how good you really are."