I raised a poor student for three years, he said he never loved me

I was the most privileged heiress of the city’s elite.

Caleb Thorne, on the other hand, was the poor student I’d supported for three years.

He hated my overbearing nature, my unbearably entitled ways, yet he was powerless to escape.

Until later, when he got into a top-tier university in the US for his PhD, stepping onto the highest award platform.

I wired him a final, staggering sum, then turned around and announced my engagement.

Before the wedding, I saw a news report where a reporter interviewed Caleb.

“At this moment, what do you most want to say?”