To win her over, I went all out, even chartering a plane to take her to meet the most prominent financial experts.
I poured all the resources I had into helping her chase her entrepreneurial dreams.
But right before our wedding, she told me she didn't want kids, which meant no intimacy for us.
Respecting her wishes, I held back for two years, leaving our bedroom cold and empty.
Then last year, she suddenly got passionate. She was crawling into bed with me at night, demanding my attention like I was her lifeline.
I was thrilled, thinking that after all these years, my devotion to her had finally touched her.
I doted on her even more, treating her like a queen.
Not long after, she dropped the news—she was pregnant.
I was over the moon and announced it to everyone that very night.
But looking back now, her sudden affection was just a ploy to legitimize the child she was carrying back then.
To her, I was nothing more than a walking bank account, and even talking to me was a favor.
Staring at the woman I once loved with all my heart, a wave of bitterness crashed over me.
Was this really the reward for all those years of my loyalty?