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
Security.
Family approval.
Then the poor mechanic I chose over all of it looked at me and said:
There’s something I should have told you.
My mother’s voice immediately filled my head.
I told you.
People always want something.
Love has a price.