One time, when his company was on the verge of collapse, I took out the $300,000 my dad had set aside for my dowry to help him through the crisis.
He took the money. His eyes were red, and he pulled me into his arms. When he said my name, his voice trembled, and it melted my heart.
The moonlight was beautiful that night. Honestly, I had always cared for him. With the alcohol in our system, things naturally progressed between us.
The next morning, he wrapped his arms around my waist and said with conviction, "Freya, thank you for not leaving me during my hardest times. I swear I'll never let you down."
His chest was warm, and I could feel his heartbeat quicken.
Nestled in his arms, I felt an overwhelming sense of security.
He gave me 30% of the company's shares.
Later, we caught a wave of policy reforms, and his business started booming. The company expanded rapidly.
He bought a house, put my name on the deed, and proposed to me.
Of course, I said yes.
After we got married, I worked alongside him for another three years. We had plans to open a branch office. But then, unexpectedly, I got pregnant.