After 20 years, here's the truth about marrying Mr OK, not Mr Right

Exchanging vows with my handsome groom on a beach in as the sun set behind us, I knew I looked the very picture of the happy bride.

In my £2,000 pearl-encrusted wedding dress, my hair caught up in my mother’s family tiara, I’d never felt more beautiful.

Total strangers at our £1,400-per-night resort were caught up in the romance of it all, throwing leis — Hawaiian garlands of flowers — at our feet.

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