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At the height of Jacob Reed's love for me, he severed ties with his family and eloped overseas with me. He ended up washing dishes, exhausted to the point of coughing up blood. That was when I accepted the million his parents offered and watched as he was dragged onto a helicopter bound for home. He clung to the cabin door until his fingers were broken, begging me not to break up with him. I threw the money he had earned into the drain and told him it wasn't even enough to buy me a single box of paints. I said I wanted nothing to do with him now that he was poor. Seven years later, we met again at a charity gala for the wealthy. I asked him for money and he agreed. There was one condition. I was to be the wedding painter at his ceremony and personally witness his happiness. I nodded without hesitation. He didn't know I needed the money to save a girl who carried his blood, and of which he knew nothing about.