In that moment, I silently promised myself I’d love her for the rest of my life.
I worked my way up at their company, grinding day and night. Three years in a row, I topped the sales charts. Eventually, her father gave me his approval.
On our wedding day, Tracy ran into my arms in her gown, crying like a child.
“Louie… I finally get to marry you.”
Married life was simple, but sweet.
She liked to sleep in on weekend mornings, and I’d make coffee and wait for her to wake.
She always left her socks lying around, and I’d follow behind, picking them up without complaint.
When she painted, I’d sit quietly nearby reading a book. Sometimes I’d glance over at her, feeling completely content.
I thought we’d go on like that forever, growing old side by side.
But then, Harry came back from overseas.
At first, Tracy only mentioned him occasionally.
Louie's POV
She told me he was just an old childhood friend who had been working abroad for years and had finally come back.
Since that was what she had introduced to me, I didn’t think much of it. In fact, I even encouraged her to go catch up with her old friends.
But little by little, things started to change.