I remember the way he chased me. He wrote one hundre ninty nine letters and sent me nine hundred ninety-nine bouquets of flowers just to make me smile. After two years of dating, he did everything to hold on to me.
I was mocked by rich heiress for being poor, and he stood up for me. He bought every auction item just so no one could laugh at me. He called me his woman in public. He would drop billion-dollar projects just to stand beside me when someone harassed me. He would fly thousands of miles just to take care of me when I was sick.
My family was poor, and the Chambers family hated me for it. They wanted me gone. They told him to marry Nivianne Sloanne instead, the perfect daughter from their circle. But Wilbert fought them. He fought hard. He was locked up, sent abroad, but he still didn’t give up. He even gave up his identity as heir just so he could marry me.
After all the pain, the Chambers family finally gave in, and we got married. I thought that was the end of our struggles. I thought we were untouchable. I thought we’d grow old together.
But then last year, Nivianne came back from abroad. And that's where everything changed…
She’s spoiled and arrogant, yet he started handling her life like it was his duty. Her work, her problems, her failures. When her surgeries failed, he worried about her so much that he drove her every day and every night. And then one day he didn’t even ask me. He just brought her into our home and let her stay one of the guest room.
That was the day I knew. I was no longer his choice. I was just his wife on paper, and Nivianne… Nivianne was the one he had chosen in his heart all along.
When I took the phone, my hands were shaking so bad I could barely hold it. Wilbert wiped my tears with his own hands and opened the app for me and even recorded the video himself.
Thirty seconds, that was all. I said I would not pursue responsibility and that everything was just an accident. I handed the phone back and I asked weakly if I could finally do surgery for my dad.
He looked at me for a moment and then nodded. “Start…” he said.
But before the word even finished, I heard Nivianne cry out from the operating room. “Ah, my head… I’m so dizzy.” Then she just collapsed.