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Three years ago, I married Ethan Reyes, the man I promised to spend my whole life with. We started with absolutely nothing—just two young people with big dreams, working side by side to build everything we had. We lived in a tiny rented room back then, ate cheap meals, and counted every peso we earned, but I was happy. Because I had him. I believed that as long as we loved each other, nothing else mattered. I loved him with everything I had—my heart, my time, my youth, my everything. I was the wife who waited for him every night, who cooked his favorite meals, who listened to his problems, who supported every decision he made. I thought he felt the same way. Our third wedding anniversary was supposed to be special. I saved up for weeks just to buy him the watch he had been eyeing for months. I took the day off work, cleaned our small apartment until it sparkled, cooked all the dishes he loved, and decorated the dining table with candles and flowers. I waited for hours, excited and ne

just across the street, away from the cold rain. My clothes were still damp and muddy, and I felt so out of place stepping inside such a nice, clean place, looking the way I did—messy, tired, like I didn’t belong here at all. I tried to stay near the door, embarrassed to walk further in, but Damian gently guided me to a quiet table by the window. He pulled out a chair for me, slow and respectful, like I was someone important, not just a stranger he picked up off the street.He sat across from me, and before I could even open my mouth to thank him or apologize for making a mess, a waiter came over. Damian ordered hot chocolate and a plate of sandwiches, then looked at me softly. “Is that alright? Or would you prefer something else? Whatever you want, it’s fine.”I shook my head quickly, twisting the hem of my dress nervously. My hands were still cold, still shaking a little from falling earlier. “It’s… it’s too much, Damian. You don’t have to do this for me. We don’t even know each oth

We stepped out of the café, and Damian held a big umbrella over both of us, making sure every drop of rain fell only on his side, never touching me. Just that small act already felt so different—Ethan never even bothered to wait for me when it rained before, let alone share an umbrella or keep me dry. He would always walk ahead, leaving me to run after him while I got soaked, carrying all the bags myself.A sleek black car pulled up right in front of us immediately, and Damian opened the passenger door for me, holding it open until I was safely seated inside. The car was warm, clean, and smelled like fresh pine and expensive cologne—nothing like the old car Ethan drove, which always smelled like cigarette smoke and cheap perfume I later realized belonged to Clara.As Damian got into the driver’s seat, I twisted my hands nervously in my lap. “Damian… are you sure about this? You said I’d have my own place, my own job… all of this costs so much money. I haven’t even worked for you yet,