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
“No one person is enough for another person’s entire life.”
He frowned.
“That sounded less romantic than I expected.”
I laughed.
“You were enough to be my husband.”
His expression softened.
“That’s actually better.”
It was.