I should have spoken the moment she smirked over her wine and said, “A girl like you should be grateful my son even chose you.” Then she laughed and called me “poor”—and the man I was about to marry said nothing. I stood up, left, and heard him shouting, “Please, come back!” But as I walked away, I already knew one thing: by tomorrow, his family would choke on the truth they never saw coming.
I should have told Ethan the truth long before that dinner, but every time I came close, something stopped me. Maybe it was the way people changed the moment money entered the room. Maybe it was because I wanted, just once, to be loved without the weight of my bank account standing between me and…