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 don’t want to touch it.”
“That is what savings are for.”
“I can handle this.”
“No.”
He stared.
“No?”
“You are not allowed to turn exhaustion into proof you love me.”
He looked wounded.