He Dumped Me For Being Poor, Not Knowing My Family Owns His Empire

I played poor for three years, eating cheap cup ramen with Hale in a cramped studio apartment.

He thought I was an orphan who grew up in foster care, and I never bothered to correct him.

On the day of my prenatal checkup, he slid a gold-foiled invitation across the table.

"Samantha and I are getting married at the end of the month."

"Windsor, I’m not a poor guy. I’m the heir to the Harman Medical Group."

"Her family has been partnering with mine for twenty years. My mother wants this marriage."

I stared at the gilded letters on the card, completely stunned.