“Wait!” Elizabeth held up her hand and everyone in the room paused including Rhys, her husband-to-be, who was poised with pen in hand and about to sign their marriage contract. They looked at her, waiting expectantly. “Before you sign that contract, I want a clause added,” she announced. “What?” Rhys erupted; his eyes, light brown, darkened and narrowed into suspicious slits. “And what might that clause be?” Excerpt from The Virtuous Husband (Book 1) by Dawnette Blackwood-Rhoomes ________________________________ Here's a thought provoking question - What if marriage to your intended hinged on a clause? What would you do?