My fiancé left me at the altar for being poor—until his brother exposed the truth in front of everyone and turned the entire wedding upside down.

struck the crowd harder than Alexander’s insult had.

For the first time, Alexander’s confidence cracked. His eyes narrowed.

“You always were soft,” he said. “Always playing the hero for broken things.”

Daniel did not flinch.

I looked at him, truly looked at him, and saw no calculation. No opportunity. No performance. Only anger on my behalf.

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