From selling at flea markets to running a tiny shop, from countless failures to finally building our first company—we went through it all together.
In the worst of times, when our merchandise was stolen and I chased the thieves alone, I was stabbed seven times.
What warmed me most was that Sophia had never broken her promise. For ten years straight, she loved me fiercely.
In our second year of marriage, we were in a car accident.
In that split second, she shielded me with her own body, taking the full force of the crash and passing out.
Even as she lost consciousness, she managed a weak smile and whispered, “Ethan, don’t be afraid. I love you.”
How could I believe that someone like her would ever betray me?
Back then, I laughed and told my great-grandmother,
“Stop joking. The most important thing in marriage is trust. And I trust Sophia.”
She snorted, puffing on her pipe.
“You’re still too young. There isn’t a soul on this earth who doesn’t stray. I’ve sent you three dreams before, saved your life three times—and still you don’t believe me?”
Her words stuck in my chest like a lump I couldn’t swallow.
Every dream she had sent me in the past had turned out to be true.