Before we got engaged, Henry Foster faked bankruptcy to see how I would react. One of his friends bet that I wouldn't make it past three days before breaking off the engagement.   He won the bet. I indeed ended it.   While they were cracking up in the private room, I was next door signing my marriage certificate with the real person calling the shots in the Foster family.   Later, Henry blocked my path, his eyes red with hurt. "Didn't you say I was the man you loved most?"   I glanced at the man behind Henry, the one who had raised Henry from the ground up, then calmly slipped my arm through his.   "Yes. That's why I married the man who looked most like you."