Now I understood that Madison had spent months convincing him that I would embarrass him.

“She told me you hated wealthy people,” Ethan said. “She said you would insult her family.”

“I never met her,” I replied.

Madison rolled her eyes. “You live in a rented apartment and work at a community library. You would not understand our life.”

Cynthia suddenly looked at me more carefully.

“What do you mean, rented apartment?”

I turned toward her.

“I do not rent it.”

Years after Richard disappeared, my aunt left me a small commercial building. I sold it and invested the money carefully. I never lived extravagantly, but I owned my home, had no debt, and had enough savings to retire comfortably.

Ethan knew some of this, but not all.

I had also quietly created a trust for him worth nearly two million dollars.

I planned to tell him after the wedding.

Richard’s head snapped up.

“A trust?”

Laura immediately warned me not to discuss the details.

But it was too late.

Madison’s eyes widened.

For the first time that day, she looked at me with something other than contempt.

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