For seven years, Coralie loved Malachi with no title, no ring, no place in his world. Then his first love returned—and he proposed. Not for love. For a prenup that would pour his fortune into another woman's hands. That night, her grandmother's last wish shattered, and so did Coralie's patience. She left New York with nothing but dignity. When he finally learned what love looked like, she had already stopped needing his.