To celebrate our upcoming marriage, our circle threw a bachelor party at a bar, joking that we were about to step into the end of freedom.   When it was my turn to complete the dare, I leaned in, almost teasing, and lightly nipped at Reginald Fitzgerald's ear.   I let my voice drop, soft and coaxing. "You're amazing... I want you."   His body went stiff. Because he wasn't my husband.   He was my fiancé's uncle.   After I was rescued from the ocean, I pretended to have amnesia and made a joke out of it. My fiancé went along with it and pushed me toward his uncle, telling me that was my husband.   Then he turned around, wrapped his arm around my best friend Madison, and kissed her right in front of everyone.   So I slipped my arm around Reginald's and softly called him, "Honey."   He accepted it with a cold expression, then took me back to his villa, coaxing me to sleep night after night.   Until my fiancé dropped to his knees, begging me to come back.   I gently waved the marriage certificate between me and Reginald and smiled. "Be good. You should be calling me aunt now."