My Fiancé Rejected Me for Being a Gardener’s Daughter Until an Army Commander Saluted My Father

bored. “At least we allowed you to feel like a stepmother to Leo for a while. You should be grateful for that.”

My throat closed so hard I had to press my lips together to keep breathing evenly.

Leo was Arthur’s son from his first marriage. He was eleven when I met him, quiet and guarded and too loyal to a broken past to let anyone new near him. He barely continue reading …