I chose the poor gardener I loved over my wealthy family, even after my father swore I’d regret throwing away my inheritance. At our modest wedding, my relatives laughed at his worn suit—until a convoy of black cars stopped outside. An elegant older man stepped out, looked at my groom, and said, “Son, I told you I wouldn’t miss your wedding.” Then he turned to my stunned family. “Now… which one of you called my billionaire heir a nobody?”
Part 1 My father disowned me three days before my wedding because I refused to abandon the man I loved. By the…