Before meeting Oliver, the hardest thing I’d ever gone through was military training at school.
Until I met him ... it was love at first sight. An eighteen-year-old girl who was just coming of age faced her first major crisis in life.
My parents disapproved and my friends strongly objected to it. After all, my personal net worth was double that of the entire Wood family combined. Marrying beneath oneself had always been a gamble. But I still followed him blindly. I truly loved him and hoped one day he would finally turn around and see me.
It wasn't until I was twenty-five, the year I graduated from graduate school, that my parents died unexpectedly while volunteering in an earthquake relief effort. I cried and screamed, wanting to go find them and bring them back, but Oliver silently stopped me.
“I’ll go,” he said.
He brought my parents' bodies back and knelt before me, saying, “Let me take care of you. I don't feel at ease leaving you alone.”
My years of pursuit had finally paid off, so I married Oliver, but I never expected that in the fifth year of our marriage, he would use the deepest pain in my heart to hurt me.
Without my parents, I was no longer the happy, sweet little princess. And he had gained complete control over me.
Later, I overheard a conversation between him and Anne. The reason he married me was only because of an accident at the company, forcing Oliver to sacrifice himself. Hearing that made me retch continuously and that’s when I discovered I was pregnant.
I wanted to tell him, but I heard Oliver excitedly say to Anne, “These years of studying abroad in Germany weren't easy. Now that you're back, I'm no longer alone.”
Ten years of effort were all gone in one night. The destructive power of first love was truly remarkable.
Oliver hugged Anne and kissed her for a long time before he remembered that I hadn't appeared yet.
His face darkened. “Why hasn’t Isabel come yet? Tell her to drop the tough act … I’ve plucked more than one thorn over the years.”
I was floating in the air while thinking, Oliver truly has no lingering feelings for me. I’m his wife, yet in his heart, I’m more loathsome than an enemy.
The assistant nearly fell to his knees while trembling and said in a low voice, “Sir… maybe you should… go see for yourself?”