We didn't achieve success overnight; we failed several times and sometimes had to squeeze into tiny rooms. We couldn't afford to use the air conditioner and would huddle together for warmth, but we found comfort in each other and made light of our struggles.
Eventually, we succeeded. Jaxton became a formidable CEO, and I became the elegant first lady in his company.
Yet, fate had its own plans. During our pre-marital checkup, I was diagnosed with infertility.
Belinda Munoz, Jaxton's mother, stormed into our house and pleaded with me, her voice choked with emotion. "Louisa, please just let him go. I only have one child. The Munoz family line cannot end here. Please, just let Jaxton go."
"Mom, what are you doing?" Jaxton quickly followed, pulling his mother up and giving me an apologetic look. He then dragged her away.
Somehow, Jaxton managed to convince his mother, and she no longer opposed our marriage.
He even came to me later, his voice firm and serious as he said, "I will only love you in this lifetime, you're the only one I need."
I really, really believed him at that moment.