I Paid For His Medical Degree, But He Married My Best Friend

"I'm sorry, Ali," Reese said.

For six years, I survived on those words. I worked grueling double shifts at a diner and froze in a drafty apartment just to pay for my boyfriend’s medical school tuition in London.

I thought I was building our future.

I was wrong.

When I finally flew to London to surprise him, I did not find a struggling medical intern. I found a wealthy surgeon stepping out of a Bentley with his wife—my childhood best friend. Shattered and running from their betrayal, I crashed into Johansen. He was a breathtaking, ice-cold billionaire who owned half the city, and he harbored a deadly grudge against the man I thought I loved.

I had spent my entire adult life sacrificing everything for a lie. But as I stared at the marriage contract Johansen placed in front of me, the heartbroken girl inside me died.

I wasn't going to cry over the years I had lost.

I was going to take back everything that was stolen from me.