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.

I looked down at Daniel, still kneeling before me. “And I found my answer.”

Daniel started to rise, but I touched his shoulder gently.

“Wait,” I whispered.

Then I faced Alexander again.

“You called me a beggar.”

He said nothing.

“You said I was beneath you.”

Silence.

“You said you could not build a legacy with a woman who had nothing.”

His jaw tightened, but continue reading …