They say what happened in the past stays in the past, mine didn't. I was dumbstruck the moment I caught my fiancé, the man I financially supported, making love to my younger sister on the day of our anniversary. Their betrayal runs deeper than blood. Broken and stricken with regret, I made a bitter vow: never to date poor men or support them financially. Then Duke came into my life, a mysterious man in disguise who remains secretive about his identity to find true love. He tested my loyalty, as I had to choose: honor the vows I made or risk my heart by loving again. Who exactly was Duke? And what would happen when I discovered his true identity? Would I regret letting him into my life?