My Wealthy Parents Disowned Me for Marrying a Poor Mechanic—Then on Our Wedding Night, He Handed Me an Envelope He’d Hidden for 11 Months

“I said yes.”

“What else?”

Owen smiled.

“He asked if the roof leaks.”

I stared.

“That’s practically affection from William Carlisle.”

“Exactly.”

PART 45 — MY FATHER APOLOGIZES BADLY

Two weeks later, William asked me to visit.

Alone.