But at that time, due to family reasons, I didn't believe in love.

Both my parents were from the countryside, and they heavily favored boys over girls.

I grew up almost in the midst of their quarrels.

To prevent me from going to college, they cut me off financially.

"What's the use of a little girl going to college? It's a proper thing to make money for your younger brother."

After being brainwashed by them over and over again, I finally couldn't stand it and cut off ties with them.

Until I got together with Declan.

He made me improve my relationship with my parents. "I don't want you to regret it in the future."

Then I got back in touch with my parents.

After that, Declan treated me even better.

It was Declan who made me believe in love and the notion that there were still people in this world who loved me.

As soon as we graduated, he proposed to me. Everything went according to plan.

We had never argued since we got together. Our friends all said that we would definitely respect each other until we passed away.

I thought so. Declan was a perfect lover, and I tolerated his flaws in our lives.

Moreover, he knew about my childhood trauma. At the wedding, he said in front of all the elders that we didn't want children.

"Winnie and I don't accept any form of pressure to have children. We just want to enjoy our time together!"

At that time, I thought he was so handsome and I was very moved.

So even when Miranda picked on my faults later on, I didn't mind.

But now, I couldn't stand it anymore.

I added Jacqueline on WhatsApp through the company's group.

And it seemed that she didn't hide her status from me yet.

Each post was about Declan.

[Today is the first day of my internship. Mr. Garcia is so charming!]

[The first time I went on a business trip with Mr. Garcia, I was so nervous, but he was very nice and even helped me with my luggage.]

[Mr. Garcia is so handsome when he works seriously. I declare hereby that he is my idol.]

Declan commented under this post.

[Don't slack off during work. Please bring a cup of coffee for your idol.]

...

I read each post and felt like there was not a superior-subordinate relationship between them. It read more like a teenage girl's diary.

But it was not unrequited love. At least Declan responded to her.

I looked up at the wedding photo of me and Declan hanging in the middle of the house.

Tears stood on the rims of my eyes.