I Paid For His Medical Degree, But He Married My Best Friend

"I'm sorry, Ali," Reese said.

For six years, I survived on those words. I worked grueling double shifts at a diner and froze in a drafty apartment just to pay for my boyfriend’s medical school tuition in London.

I thought I was building our future.

I was wrong.

When I finally flew to London to surprise him, I did not find a struggling medical intern. I found a wealthy surgeon stepping out of a Bentley with his wife—my childhood best friend. Shattered and running from their betrayal, I crashed into Johansen.