My Fiancé Said He Wasn't Marrying Me for My Money – Just Days Before Our Wedding, I Decided to Test Him, and His Reaction Left Me Shaking
Sean had been different.
"I have to know," I said aloud. "I can't marry him carrying this."
The idea was simple and terrible.
If I confronted Sean directly, he would smile and deny everything.
I would believe him because I wanted to.
I needed to see him when he thought no one important was watching.
The idea was simple and terrible.
***
A few hours later, I had disguised myself to look like a homeless woman.
I used makeup to give my skin a gray pallor.
I dressed in a torn and stained coat.
I wore a tangled, cheap wig.
The heiress was gone.
In her place stood someone the world would look through without a second glance.
I had disguised myself to look like a homeless woman.
"If he's the man I love," I told my reflection, "he'll help me."
I called a taxi and had it drop me two streets from Sean's building.
***
I lowered myself against the wall near his office entrance.
People walked past.
Some stepped around me.
Most pretended I didn't exist.
I lowered myself against the wall
I felt smaller than I had in years.
And I understood, suddenly, exactly how that elderly woman with the dropped medicine must have felt before Sean knelt to help her.
That memory steadied me.
That was the real Sean.
At noon, the glass doors opened, and Sean stepped out.
That memory steadied me.
He was laughing, flanked by two men in expensive suits.
I waited until he was close, then lowered my voice into a hoarse rasp.
"Sir. Please. I haven't eaten since yesterday. Could you help me?"
Sean stopped a few feet away.
His eyes flicked over my ruined coat and gray face.
I saw no flicker of recognition.
His eyes flicked over my ruined coat and gray face.
Then he smiled, warm and easy.
The same smile that had made me fall in love.
"Yes, of course," he said.
Relief flooded through me so fast that my eyes stung.
My best friend had been wrong!
Then he crouched down, close enough that only I could hear him.
What he did next turned my blood to ice.
Close enough that only I could hear him.
The twenty-dollar bill appeared in his fingers like a magician's trick.
He held it out high.
"Here you go," Sean announced, loud enough for the men in suits to hear. "Get yourself something warm."
I reached for it with a trembling hand.
"God bless you, sir," I whispered.
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