However, after we became a couple, Master Walsh appeared to obstruct us.
Only then did I learn that Kate's background was far from ordinary.
She was the heiress of the Walsh family and the Walsh Group, with assets worth billions.
I, an ordinary worker, was worlds apart from her.
I had planned to give up, but to my surprise, my mother knew Master Walsh. After some mediation and Kate's threat to end her life, Master Walsh finally relented.
After our marriage, no one in the Walsh family, including the lowest servants, respected me.
Despite living humbly, I devoted myself entirely to Kate, focusing all my thoughts and efforts on her.
As the eldest daughter of the Walsh family, she had many quirks.
She was domineering, capricious, petty, and controlling...
I tolerated everything, catering to her every whim, taking meticulous care of her daily life.
Many said I was more of a sycophant than a man.
But I didn't care; I believed it was my duty.
I only thought of pampering her, loving her, taking care of her, and spending a happy life together.
However, everything changed silently when Peter returned to the country.
They were childhood friends, even engaged as toddlers.
The engagement was called off when Peter's family emigrated abroad.
From what I knew, they had kept in touch, and their feelings had never faded.
Peter's return was his own suggestion.
When we picked him up from the airport, Kate brought me along.
As soon as they met, they hugged tightly, completely ignoring my presence.
I didn't think much of it, assuming it was normal for siblings to be close.
When Kate introduced me, Peter's gaze was intriguing, but he still shook my hand amicably.
In retrospect, his eyes must have been filled with jealousy and hostility.
Under Kate's arrangement, Peter smoothly entered the Walsh Group, becoming a mid-level manager.
Meanwhile, I remained an insignificant employee, with only a few top executives knowing I was the CEO's husband.
From then on, Kate and Peter were inseparable, commuting together daily, and occasionally he would visit our home.
To please Kate, my mother often came to help. Kate loved her soup, and she had it every few days.
Last week, Kate wanted to eat minestrone.
After receiving the call, my mother immediately went to the market to buy fresh ingredients, but she accidentally fell in the kitchen, hitting her head.