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.

the air.

Daniel looked at me, stunned.

My mother whispered, “Serafina, don’t.”

But I was finished living by the fears of people who had mistaken reputation for love.

I stepped away from the altar, away from Alexander, and stood beside Daniel.

“I will not marry Alexander Whitmore,” I said clearly.

The minister nodded as though continue reading …