Love Too Late
In the past, I was Raymond Wright’s wife. Or rather, a prisoner kept in his gilded cage.
I was an internationally renowned jewelry designer. Under the spotlight, I had the most dazzling presence.
Raymond was the most influential business elite on Floor Street, and he had an extreme desire for control.
He claimed to love me, but he never truly loved me for who I was.
He was determined to shape me into the “perfect Mrs. Wright” that existed in his imagination.
He disliked me having my own social circle and hated it when I appeared in public.
I once naively believed that if I were obedient enough, he would eventually recognize my sacrifices.
The turning point came at a banquet. Someone