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 know enough not to sell her dignity for a balance sheet,” he said.

Alexander turned on him. “You think she’ll choose you? You’re a charity case. A second son with second-place dreams.”

Daniel’s face hardened, but he said nothing.

So I did.

“Daniel has something you never had.”

Alexander sneered. “And what’s that?”

“My respect.”

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