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.

drove us to a quiet overlook above the Shenandoah Valley. The sky was violet, the mountains layered like folded velvet.

He looked nervous.

I knew before his hand even reached his coat.

“Daniel,” I said softly.

“I know,” he said quickly. “No audience. No pressure. No rescue. No spectacle. Just me.”

He took out a small ring box.

Inside wasn’t a diamond meant continue reading …