Without thinking, I leapt at her. We ended up in a brawl right there on the street, with cotton candy flying everywhere. Later, her parents demanded we pay thousands in compensation, money my family didn't have. We were on the verge of losing everything when Zane showed up, offering to pay the full amount.
"I can't let this fall on you," he had said, his voice steady. "This whole mess started because of me."
From that day forward, we were inseparable. Or so I thought. Now, as I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, I couldn't help but wonder—was that the moment I fell into a trap?
After graduation, Zane seamlessly took over the family business, inheriting a legacy of wealth and power. As for me, after marrying him, I was appointed as a receptionist at his company.
Despite my professional skills and qualifications, I was relegated to this entry-level position. Zane insisted it was necessary for me to "start from the bottom" to gain experience, citing concerns about gossip from employees and shareholders about favoritism.