I thought I had found the perfect man, the one who made me believe in love again. But when his true intentions came to light, everything changed. What I uncovered destroyed not only my dreams but also the future I had imagined with him.
People always say that money solves all problems.
But I never believed that. To me, the greatest wealth was to love and be loved, yet by the time I was 29, I still hadn’t experienced that happiness.
Until recently, my family was quite wealthy, and even though I only used my parents’ money while I was studying, and didn’t take a single penny from them after graduating, people still told me how lucky I was.
I had always known the value of money. My grandmother had risen from poverty and taught me to value every penny.
But she always told me that money wasn’t the most important thing in life.
I took that lesson to heart, but my father seemed to have missed it.
When his business started going bankrupt, he broke down, fell into depression, and thought his life was over.
That was his choice, and while I tried to cheer him up, he wasn’t interested in listening.
At the same time, I firmly decided to find love, but no matter how hard I tried or how many dates I went on, nothing worked.
I was almost ready to give up. Maybe I wasn’t meant to be happy, maybe I’d stay alone forever. Then one day, I met him.
I had gone out for lunch at the café near my office, a routine I followed every day.
But that day, I saw him.
A man in a stylish suit who looked as if the whole world belonged to him. I turned away quickly, realizing I had been staring at him too long, but he didn’t even notice.
I had gotten used to that, my whole life I had been an unnoticed, plain wallflower.
But then something happened that I didn’t expect. While I sat at my table waiting for my order, the same man casually walked up and sat at my table.
I was lost for words, not knowing how to react.
Why would someone like him sit next to someone like me?
“C-Could I help you with something?” I stammered, surprised.
“I saw such a beautiful woman sitting here and just couldn’t help but join you,” he said, extending his hand. “Drake.”
“Caroline,” I said, offering my hand to shake. But instead, he gently took it and kissed it.
“Very nice to meet you, Caroline.
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