When I first met Ethan Caldwell, he was a struggling student wearing clothes washed so many times they'd faded. I stayed with him in a cramped rental, helped him find the best doctors for his mother's surgery, and then, at the height of his love for me, I left without hesitation. 3 years later, he returned as the long-lost heir of a wealthy family, while I had become the laughingstock of society as the "fake heiress." My family wanted the true heiress to marry him. Quietly sitting in a corner, I watched as Ethan flicked the ash off his cigarette, pointing his finger at me. "Marriage is fine," he said. "But I want her."
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