Three weddings. Three breakups. One betrayal. And one crazy evening after which it suddenly seemed to me: setting up, at my beloved fitness club, a Club of Broken Hearts is pure inspiration. After all, sometimes everyone needs a place where they can legally grieve and tear men apart as if we’ll never, ever get tangled up with another one again. Spoiler: we absolutely will. And on a grand scale. Because there’s no worse torture than falling in love with your best friend. Your married friend. Your deacon friend. The one who has seen me in the most humiliating ways, knows far too much about me—and still looks at me as though nothing better has ever happened in his life. And besides, why is he staring at me like that? Don’t. Or else I’ll sin a little more!