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 softened.
“I appreciate work.”
“I do not appreciate watching you destroy yourself to prove my parents wrong.”
He sat down.
That was the real issue.
Owen was not only building security.
He was fighting William and Beatrice in his head.
Every extra shift said: