He Never Saw Her Love
It is the third year of my marriage when the video of my bodyguard, Julian Sutherland, holding an umbrella over me in a downpour goes viral.
Overnight, the internet becomes obsessed with the "Icy Protector and his Forbidden Heiress."
Netizens are relentless; they dig through the archives until they unearth a ten-year-old clip.
In the video, a girl was holding a pair of high-heeled shoes while sprinting through the Folander airport.
My friend teased, "No way, Ms. Serina Brown. Are you really flying back home to confess to that poor man? What could you possibly see in him?"
The camera shakes, capturing my youthful face. I was just a reckless 20-year-old.
"I love Julian. I love everything about him."
That night, after seeing the video, Julian loses his composure and bursts into my room.
"I didn't know you loved me back then. I thought… I thought… God, it was never supposed to end like this."
I pull my coat around me and stand rooted on the spot, remaining silent.
Suddenly, a mocking laugh echoes from behind me. Someone places their hand firmly on my waist and says, "Are you trying to reminisce about your love with my wife right in front of me? Do I look dead to you?"