The foreclosure notice gave Hazel Delaney thirty days to save her family's bakery.
The pink flyer for a marriage program offered her seventy-five thousand dollars to marry a stranger.
She signed. At the altar, she met Gabe Hayes: a rumpled contractor with warm hands, a crooked smile, and a habit of fixing things she never asked him to fix. She was sure she could handle one year, separate bedrooms, and one simple rule. No falling in love.
But Gabe knows her coffee order before she tells him. His tools are too new, his shirts too crisp, and his past didn't exist until eleven days before the wedding.
Gabriel Lockhart is the billionaire heir to a skyline, and his grandfather's will says he must marry within the year or lose everything. Tired of women who loved his name more than him, he hid behind a fake one, never planning to want the woman who walked down the aisle with her shoes in her hand.
Now a stranger in a charcoal coat is following Hazel home, a mysterious benefactor has erased her debt, and an old photograph is about to show her who she really married. Every secret Gabriel kept to protect her is about to cost him the only thing he can't afford to lose.
How long can a husband guard a lie before it destroys the love it was meant to protect? And what happens when a wife who has spent her life being left decides she's finished being the last to know?
Perfect for fans of secret billionaire romance, marriage of convenience, and overprotective heroes who fall hard. This story has a devoted husband, a dramatic reveal, and an ending worth waiting for.
Because the best vows aren't the ones you sign. They're the ones you choose.