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.

a statement. Say it was a misunderstanding. Say we reconciled privately. The press will love a redemption story.”

There it was.

Not love.

Public relations.

Daniel’s expression hardened, but he stayed silent.

I folded my arms. “You want me to rehabilitate you.”

“I want us back.”

“You never had us.”

Alexander stepped closer. “You continue reading …