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I learned early on that the Marino family rarely trusted outsiders. If they were going to choose a wife for Cassian, they would start by investigating her background. We had been together for five years. It wasn’t until I got pregnant that Cassian’s parents finally agreed to the wedding. To prove I wasn’t after their money, I signed a painstakingly detailed prenup with Cassian Marino. No one believed me anyway. Least of all Cassian’s childhood friend, Tessa. Tessa had a modest Instagram following and picked up acting work here and there. She always said I was a great actress. “She’s a master at faking it. Faking independence, faking affection, faking that whole fragile act. At the end of the day, she just wants to marry rich.” “Just wait,” she’d tell him. “She’ll start making demands soon enough. Either she’ll use the pregnancy to pressure you into changing the prenup, or she’ll threaten to call off the wedding unless you buy her an apartment. I can see it coming a mile away.” Cassian didn’t argue. He even nodded. “You’re right. Glad you pointed it out. I almost fell for it.” “Have the lawyer contact her,” Tessa said. “Add another clause to the prenup. After the wedding, she only gets two thousand dollars a month for household expenses. Make her sign it today.” Standing outside the office, I heard it all. I didn’t go in. I just turned and left. I didn’t want his money. I had never managed to earn his trust. There was no point in continuing this. I called a recruiter at an investment bank in New York. “I’ll take the Wall Street job.” … The moment I stepped out of Marino Group headquarters, my phone lit up. The lawyer had sent a document titled *Supplemental Prenuptial Clause*. “Cassian Marino will pay Fallon Vargas two thousand dollars per month for household expenses. Following the marriage, Fallon is required to remain at home to care for the child and the household…” Two thousand dollars. I used to be a stock analyst. My annual salary was three hundred thousand dollars. A month ago, when we got engaged, Cassian had held my hand and said, “Fallon, our child should have the best environment possible. I’d feel better if you stayed home.” Because of that one sentence, I quit my job. And now he was offering me two thousand dollars a month. I lowered my head and touched my stomach. Four months. This baby had come at the worst possible time. When I got to the clinic, Dr. Evans studied my test results, her expression somber. “Your clotting markers are off. We can’t do the procedure today. You’ll need to take medication for a week to get your numbers into a safe range.” I nodded numbly. I ran into Leo at the pharmacy when I went to pick up the prescription. He worked there. He was also Cassian’s cousin. I tensed immediately. It wasn’t that I was afraid of Cassian finding out. I just didn’t want this to spiral into even more drama. Ten minutes later, the call came. “You went to the clinic and scheduled a termination? What the hell are you trying to pull?” That was the first thing Cassian asked. Before I could answer, I heard Tessa’s voice in the background. “She just wants you to rush over and comfort her. If she really meant to do it, she’d have done it already. She wouldn’t pick a time like this.” “You should probably give her an unlimited credit card, too. It’s the same old playbook for women trying to get something out of a rich man.” Cassian’s voice dropped. “Fallon, is this really about money?” Listening to them dissect my motives over the phone, I just felt bone-tired. “Think whatever you want.” I hung up. When I got back to Cassian’s house in Buckhead, both he and Tessa were there. I hadn’t even taken off my shoes before Tessa strode over, snatched my bag, and started digging through it. She pulled out my medication, a smug look on her face. “Wasn’t she supposed to be having a procedure? Then what’s this clotting medication for?” She handed the bottle to Cassian. “I told you. She can’t bring herself to get rid of your baby. She’s just trying to make you back down.” Cassian glanced at the label before his eyes lifted to mine. “Fallon, what exactly are you trying to do?” I took the medicine back and dropped it into my bag. “I don’t want this baby anymore.” Tessa laughed. “You hear that? Now she’s using the baby.” “She hasn’t signed that new clause from the lawyer yet, has she?” “She’s panicking now that she knows she’ll only get two thousand a month after the wedding. She can’t keep the act up anymore.”Cassian stared at me as if I were a financial report that needed verification. “Is this really because of the supplemental clause?” I met his gaze. “That’s part of it. Not all of it.” Tessa cut in immediately. “See? She admitted it. She’s after your money.” Cassian’s jaw tightened. He didn’t try to hide the disappointment on his face. “Fallon, how could you be this kind of person?” A short, sharp laugh escaped me. Not because anything was funny, but because I was furious. “In five years, how much of your money have I spent?” “Whenever you gave me a gift, I gave you one of equal value.” “If you paid for dinner, I got the next one.” “So tell me—what, exactly, have you lost?” Cassian froze. He had no answer. Tessa still wore that look of someone who had seen through my every move. “That’s what makes her so good at this.” “First, she makes you believe she doesn’t care about money. Then, once your guard is down, she shows her true colors after the wedding.” “In our circle, women like that know exactly how to manage their image. Keeping up the act for five years? I’ll give her credit for patience.” That familiar doubt clouded Cassian’s face again. I looked at him and suddenly understood. This was just who he was. I had spent five years with him, and I hadn’t changed him at all. I slipped the engagement ring off my finger. “If you don’t trust me, then this is where it ends.” I pressed the ring into his palm. Cassian’s expression shifted. “Fallon, what are you doing? We’re getting married next week.” I shook my head. “The wedding is off.” Panic flickered in his eyes, and he reached for me. Tessa stopped him. “I told you. Next, she’ll call off the wedding and wait for you to offer her a house.” “Haven’t her parents always wanted to move out of that old place? You’re only giving her two thousand a month. Of course she’s not going to agree to that.” I did want to move my parents somewhere better. They were getting older, and I wanted them closer so I could visit more often. But I had never asked Cassian for money. I could afford it myself. I shook my head. “I don’t want a house. I just want to cancel the wedding.” Tessa let out a contemptuous huff. “The baby angle didn’t work, so now she’s moved on to returning the ring and calling off the wedding. Next, she’ll start packing and storming out.” “I’ve seen this script a hundred times on set.”Just then, my phone rang. An iMessage from the recruiter popped up on the screen. “Fallon, the Wall Street offer has been sent to your email. Please check…” Tessa covered her mouth in an exaggerated gasp. “See? I told you. She even lined up people to play along with her.” “Wall Street? Nice touch. She really thought the story through.” Cassian’s lips pressed into a thin line, his face darkening. “Fallon, do you really think this is a joke?” I looked at him. “You think I’m putting on a show?” His voice turned icy. “Everything was fine. Then, over a two-thousand-dollar clause, you suddenly want to terminate the pregnancy and cancel the wedding. What am I supposed to think?” I was silent for a few seconds. “Then go ahead and think I’m acting.” I was done explaining. I went into the bedroom and pulled out a suitcase. Tessa followed me in. “See? Now she’s packing.” “Next stop is the airport. She won’t be satisfied until you’re the one panicking.” Cassian stood in the doorway, his patience finally snapping. “Enough, Fallon.” “I’m not playing these games with you. If you want to make a fool of yourself, fine, but don’t drag the Marino family into it.” I glanced back at him. His eyes were cold, as if he was finally seeing me for who he thought I was. I pulled open a drawer and kept packing. A pill bottle fell out, rolling across the floor to stop at Cassian’s feet. He bent to pick it up, and his face changed instantly. “You’re taking antidepressants?” Tessa laughed first. “So the abortion angle didn’t work, and now it’s depression? She really knows how to switch tactics.” “Cassian, don’t buy it. If she were really taking these, how would you not know?” Of course he didn’t know. The pressure from my job in stock analysis had already been intense. On top of that, Cassian’s parents were constantly testing me. They had someone pose as a client to see if I’d help them move money from a questionable source. When I caught on, they claimed they were just testing my boundaries. They had a high-end matchmaker contact me, trying to set me up with other wealthy men to see if I’d be tempted. A vendor once tried to use me to get an introduction to Marino Group. After I refused, I found out Cassian’s father had arranged that, too, to see if I would leverage the Marino name for personal gain. In five years, they had tried everything.

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