I Thought We Had $30. He Had a Mistress With a Platinum Cuff

After three years with Gavin Hart, I believed we were broke. He convinced me every dollar went into his company, so I skipped meals, wore the same dress for years, and let a fever hit 104 without seeing a doctor.

Then I saw him buying a platinum bracelet for Lily—his foster sister with the fake illness I'd been saving up for.

He was planning to drain my inheritance. His plan, I overheard, was to make me feel so desperate that I'd unlock my father's trust and hand it all over.

I walked out of that boutique with every new piece in the store.

Now I own the island where he'll never find peace, I've taken back everything he stole, and he's begging in the dirt for a woman who used to love him.

She doesn't exist anymore.