She posted many updates, each one aimed at reminding me.
It was around this time that I realized ...
Shawn wasn’t just some frustrated art student.
He was the youngest son of the wealthy Sterling Family in this city, naturally above others.
But since there were so many sons in his family, they all fought each other openly for the family fortune.
His father had set strict conditions for the inheritance, wanting each child to be self-reliant.
Shawn, who had always longed for freedom and the arts, had been spoiled by his elders for many years and no longer had the drive to compete with his siblings.
During our five years together, he didn't have significant investments but never lacked anything.
As I scroll through these posts showing off luxury cars and yachts.
I couldn't understand why Shawn would be interested in someone as ordinary as me.
Seeing me working my butt off all the time, it just didn't make sense.
He watched me work tirelessly to secure a stable life, trying to earn extra money to support his daily expenses.
Was each plea for money just Shawn’s test of my love?
What difference could the money I saved each month make to him?
Did he only feel loved if I gave him everything I had?