To win me over, he quietly studied my habits and preferences. When I came down with a fever, he sat at my bedside for three days and three nights without leaving.
To thank him, I agreed to go with him to a college reunion. On the way there, the brakes failed.
He pulled me into his arms on instinct. The impact shattered several of his ribs.
In that moment, the wall I'd built around my heart, the one I thought nothing could ever break, came crashing down.
After that, we fell together naturally.
Once we were married, he spoiled me until I became the "princess" everyone in our circle talked about. He taught himself the difference between foundation shades just so he could pick the perfect one for me. When I hit a wall with my studies, he whisked me away on trips to clear my head. When I felt lost in my career, he was there with encouragement and unwavering support.
Because of all that, I never once doubted what we had.
Remembering this, I looked Zara dead in the eye, laughed coldly, and snapped that card in half with my bare hands.
"You've got it wrong. I never loved cold numbers on a screen. And Bertram would never let me walk away from our child."