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.

not ready to come home,” I said.

“Where will you go?”

I looked at Daniel.

Not because he had the answer.

Because, for once, I was sitting with someone who did not try to own the question.

“Somewhere quiet,” I said.

And for three weeks, that was exactly what we did.

We vanished.

PART 5

We rented a small cottage on the Maine coast under Daniel’s middle name.

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