In high school, I was the poor girl who fell for the rich guy. His dad told him to dump me or lose his inheritance. 

I watched him walk away from me and what we hand. 

A year later, I got engaged to another man. I wondered if he would come back to stop me, but he never showed, so I forced myself to move on. 

Six years later, I'm a single mom just trying to make ends meet. It's Christmas time and I only have a few hundred dollars in the bank and 3 small presents for my daughter under the tree. 

One night, I open my truck door and it swings hard, scratching the Jaguar next to me. A deep familiar voice sounds from behind me and I turn to see the man who broke my heart 7 years ago, standing there with keys in his hand.