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 said softly.

“I know.”

“People will misunderstand.”

“They already do.”

“They’ll say you wanted my money.”

He looked at me then. “Do you believe that?”

“No.”

The answer came too quickly to be strategy. It came from somewhere beneath the armor I had spent years polishing.

Daniel’s face softened.

“Then I can survive strangers.”

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