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.

worth behind my back.

“Everything?” I asked. “Or everyone?”

My mother’s jaw tightened.

I knew exactly what they feared. Not my heartbreak. Not my humiliation. They feared scandal. They feared cameras. They feared whispers in country clubs and headlines about the Cross heiress being left before the vows.

But I feared something worse.

I feared marrying a continue reading …