A struggling single dad fixed a stranded farmer’s truck, unaware she is a billionaire. What she did next gave him the shock of his life…

You’re not. I don’t need you fixing me, Savannah. She reached out.

I’m not trying to fix you. I’m trying to stand with you. He looked at her.

Something breaking behind his eyes. Then don’t leave. She didn’t.

The garage was finally open. Liam’s corner garage. They called it.

Savannah insisted on naming it after Cole’s son. Locals showed up hesitantly at first. Then, word spread.

Free repairs. No questions asked. Cole’s hands were always busy.

Grease under his nails. Sweat on his brow. But for the first time, he smiled through the work.

But kindness brings envy. The threats didn’t stop. Only now, they got bolder.

One morning, Cole found spray, paint across the garage wall. Fraud. Beggar.

Stay out. Savannah called the sheriff. He just shrugged.

Boys will be boys. Maybe don’t stir things up so much. Cole’s fist clenched.

He wanted to protect Liam. Protect Savannah. But the hate was closing in.

Then came a gut punch. Savannah didn’t show up for two days. No calls.

No messages. Cole called her assistant. She’s dealing with a board.

They’ve demanded a break from public appearances, especially you. What does that mean? Cole asked his voice cold. They think you’re tarnishing her image.

That she’s losing credibility being seen with someone like you. The line went silent. Two more days passed.

Then came the real blow. An article hit the town newspaper. Roe Empire in crisis.

Billionaire heiress under fire for lavish, spending on mechanic romance. Cole stared at it. Liam asked, why are people being mean again? He had no answer.

Later that night, Savannah finally showed up. Her eyes looked different. Tired, guarded.

I had to let the board feel in control, she said. You vanished, Cole replied. I was trying to protect the bigger picture…