The Other Mrs. Hayes
Five years ago, when Hunter and I got married, I had used every dollar I had saved before the wedding as the down payment on this apartment.
I knew the Hayes family was unimaginably wealthy and would never care about a place like this. I only wanted to prove that I had not married him for his money.
Back then, Hunter had told me the company was strapped for cash. He wanted to keep our marriage private for the time being, and once business picked up, we would have a real wedding.
I understood. I supported him. Later, when the company was thriving again, he never mentioned the wedding or the apartment.
I asked him about it a few times. He told me he had rented it out. The rent showed up in my