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

“But?”

“I don’t want love expressed through secrets.”

He nodded.

“Okay.”

That promise would matter later.

PART 11 — BEATRICE

“There’s something else,” Owen said.

Of course there was.

He admitted that three months earlier, he had driven to my parents’ estate.

“You what?”