On our wedding day, I announced her name to everyone. Her wedding dress was custom-made by a designer I hired just for her. I slipped the ring onto her finger with my own hands.
After we married, I gradually let her take control of the company's affairs, transferring the shares in my name to hers little by little.
But somewhere along the way, tensions started to grow between her and my adopted brother, Philip. They had fierce disagreements over projects, arguing repeatedly.
Once, Celeste splashed a cup of coffee straight into Philip’s face. That was when the animosity truly took root.
I urged Philip to be more accommodating. He only looked at me with a cold smile.
“Your taste in women,” he said, “is truly terrible.”
I thought the two of them would stay at odds forever until one day I saw Philip wearing the same brand of clothes I liked, the ones I always wore.
Celeste didn’t even blink.
“The store had a buy-one-get-one-free deal,” she explained. “I picked one up for him, too.”
When their relationship seemed to ease, I felt relieved, even happy.
Then, Celeste was kidnapped by a rival company.
The first person to rush in and save her wasn’t me.
It was Philip.