I wouldn’t worry about her too much. She probably has an agent and book deal lined up: “My Life As An African Bride” or something, maybe a Harlequin bodice-ripper if she can get her hubbie to pose for the cover.
As soon as the bloom is off the rose, she’ll be out of there faster than Oprah on a canned ham.
(I’m not a romantic, as you can see. Good on you, maybe you’re right. But I doubt it.)
LOL...a “bodice ripper”...
I wish my artistic skill were up the the image that popped in my head as the cover for this particular book...:)
But I suspect it has already been done.