He Folded for a Fraud
My dad never got over his first love, so he traded me for her daughter, Irene.
I spent twenty years like that before they finally took me back and named me the real heiress.
So when it was time to pick a husband, I didn't care about anything else. I just wanted someone with a clean past.
Like Shane Terrell.
Detective captain. Cold, intimidating, and known for ignoring women—yet when he confessed, his ears went red.
"Lana Laurent, you're my first. You have to take responsibility for me."
I believed him. Thought I'd found the one.
Then Irene came back.
I stood in our house and watched Shane hold her, crying.
"Why'd you make me lie to her? Why'd you make me marry her? You're the one I loved first!"