When my wealthy parents forced me to either marry or lose everything, I struck a deal with a waitress. But on our wedding night, she handed me an old photograph that shattered everything I believed — about my family, her past, and what love truly means.
Claire didn’t kiss me.
She stopped just inside the doorway, turning to face me instead. Under the soft hallway light, her expression was serious, and she clutched her purse tightly.
“Adam…” she said gently. “Before anything else, I need you to promise me something.”
