Chapter 8

And so, they began their relationship.

She described their cohabitation like this:

“I never thought I would live with the person I had secretly loved for years.”

“We cooked together, watched movies together, we hugged and kissed, doing all intimate things.”

“He seemed refined and restrained, but when he went wild, he’d cover the entire room with marks from our passion.”

“I finally felt he was no longer a distant dream; he was lying beside me, within reach.”

“Every time he called her, I would quietly step away not to disturb him. Hearing him say sweet nothings to her always made me sad.”

“But in the midst of our passion, he would whisper the same sweet nothings in my ear again, and then I wouldn’t care about anything.”

Until the one-year study period ended, and he proposed breaking up.

She had only one request.

She hoped to have a fake wedding with him in a church.

To bring a perfect end to this relationship.

From then on, she would forever cherish that year in her heart.

And never disturb him again.

He agreed to her request.

She said that after the wedding that day, they spent the night in passionate embrace.

Her words, one by one, weighed on my heart like a thousand pounds:

“That night, we had a ‘no tomorrow,’ so we spent the night passionately.”

“For the first time, he didn’t answer her call, just to have me one more time.”

“That night was my true wedding night.”