My fiancé’s old love was dying, and she had one last wish: To replace me as the bride of our wedding, and to make me the officiant of their wedding. When I saw her walking down the aisle wearing the wedding dress that I sewn with my own hands, clutching the arm of my loving would-be husband, in a wedding that was supposed to be mine, I swallowed my anger and endured it all. But when she tried to steal my mother’s heirloom bracelet away from me, I finally snapped. I could only watch in fury as the man I used to love, the man who married my sister instead of me, drove up the price of the bracelet at that auction. Out of options and out of cash, I thought I’d lost that bracelet, until a cold voice rang out. “Three hundred million dollars.” Hudson Evans had shocked the auction goers. “For you, Ms. Audrey.” he said to me. “I’ll repay you as soon as I can.” I said to him, “Audrey, you don’t remember me?” came the question. Say what now?