He entered a prestigious private school, and under his uncle’s influence, he went on to study law and political science, becoming a top lawyer.
I, however, wasn’t particularly gifted and barely managed to study law, becoming a junior assistant.
At that time, he held my hand, looking at me earnestly,
“Nicole, you don’t need to be outstanding. I’ll take care of everything.”
And then, at twenty-two, the year I graduated from university, Michael proposed to me in front of the entire faculty and student body,
“Nicole, marry me. I will love you for life. If I ever break this promise, may I swallow ten thousand needles and die in agony.”
A month later, we got married.
However, during the premarital checkup, it was discovered that Michael was infertile. Michael was so proud, and his relatives were all waiting to kick him while he was down.
That day, I hid his test results, got a fake one, and told him I was infertile.
That day, he held me tightly, comforting me that it was okay, as long as I was there, that was enough.
After marriage, Michael didn’t despise me; instead, he did his best to cultivate me, helping me gradually become a lawyer with some reputation.