Coincidentally, my adoptive father had recently passed away from a serious illness, leaving behind a pile of debts to be repaid.
Desperate for money, I didn’t hesitate to sign the agreement.
In order to take good care of Vincent, I followed the terms of the agreement and taught myself nutrition management and health psychology, all to help him recover from the pain of heartbreak as quickly as possible.
One time, after another drunken episode, he mistook me for Evelyn and lost control in a night of wild passion.
When he sobered up, Vincent looked at the glaring red stain on the bed and held me in his arms, apologizing, "Diana, I will take responsibility for this. When the time is right, we’ll make our relationship public."
From that day on, he clung to me every night, showering me with bags and jewelry, sparing no expense to fill my room with gifts.
Especially in bed, his sweet words never repeated themselves.
I gradually lost myself in this false affection, waiting for five long years. Yet, I never saw the "right time" he spoke of. Instead, I uncovered the truth behind his being with me.