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Chapter 2
I first met Dominic in college.
At the time, he was on the rooftop, surrounded and beaten up by a group of arrogant Slivershade bullies.
Even though his head was covered in blood, he gritted his teeth and refused to beg for mercy.
I thought he had backbone. So I stepped forward and shot those guys a glare. The moment they met my eyes, those arrogant punks–usually fearless- looked like they had seen a ghost and ran off in a panic.
As they fled, Dominic couldn’t help turning his gaze to me.
He climbed to his feet and winced in pain as he wamed me, “Those guys aren’t easy to deal with. You’re a girl–don’t come up here again. You don’t want them to notice you.”
Seeing how badly h
he’d been beaten and yet still had the heart to warn someone else, I couldn’t help but laugh.
“They wouldn’t dare mess with ma,”
Dominic glanced at my plain clothes and scoffed.
“Don’t kid yourself. They basically run Slivershade. With the kind of background they have, there’s no way they’d be afraid of a little girl like you!
“I don’t look down on ordinary people,” I said. “There’s no need to put on a tough face in front of me.”
He looked so serious that I found him amusing, so I didn’t bother to explain.
Later, I learned that he came from a family on the verge of bankruptcy. His father had been driven to suicide by debt.
He had made it into Slivershade on his own merit, hoping to restore his family’s name.
Maybe it was because I’d seen too many spoiled, aimless rich kids, but his tenacity and drive really moved me.
We started talking more often. And as I got to know him, I realized how attentive and considerate he was.
When I was in pain during my period, drenched in cold sweat, he’d gently hand me warm water and painkillers.
When I was upset, he’d anxiously try anything to cheer me up,
On sudden rainy days, he’d cover me with his coat and carry me through the puddles.
Little by little, I fell in love with his sincerity and purity. And he, blushing, would always say that he just wanted to treat me well.
That’s how we started dating, got married, and had a child.
I knew he was a person of high self–esteem. So I always helped him quietly behind the somes,
th my support, he revived the failing Carter Group and became the richest man in the province.
But after he found success, he barely came home. I asked him to spend more time with our son, but the man who once said he didn’t look down on ordinary people now looked at me with disdain
“You’re just a housewife–what do you know? A man’s job is to make money. I don’t have time to waste with you two. Without me working out there, how do you think you and our son got to live so comfortably
His change slowly made me lose faith in him.
But I was still grateful.
He had given me good genes, and I gave birth to a smart, exceptional son
I just wanted to stay by my son’s side and raise him well.
So I tolerated everything. But I never thought that all my patience would end with him getting his secretary pregnant behind my back
And because of that, our son died.
His death erased any lingering attachment I had to this family.
And as for the love I had for Dominic, it vanished completely.
