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Chapter 22 Harold’s POV On Emily and Keith’s wedding day, I was there, giving $100,000 as a gift under a fake name. It might’ve been self–deception, but I’d promised Emily I wouldn’t reappear and disrupt her life. Truth be told, Emily and Keith’s wedding was far grander and more lavish than mine with Emily had been. Flowers, banquet, emcee… Every detail showed how much Keith and his family valued Emily. I can’t help but recall the day Emily and I got married five years ago. The chaotic ceremony, the flower stands and gauze curtains tossed about by the sea breeze, my impatient relatives… Only later did I come to realize that Emily had been enduring things since our wedding day. She endured everything that could go wrong, endured my indifference and coldness, endured my parents‘ nitpicking. Yes, even my own parents disapproved of Emily from the start. They always believed I should marry someone from a similar background- preferably well–educated with a promising future. Sophia’s family background was too humble; though Emily came from a decent family, she was just a high school teacher, unworthy of me–once the hospital’s chief physician. GOO Chapter 22 I wasn’t thinking about any of that back then. My thought was: since it wasn’t Sophia, marrying anyone would do, as long as it seemed suitable. Besides, Emily loved me more intensely than anyone who’d ever claimed to love me. She made it painfully obvious. It made someone like me–who considered himself exceptional–want to test how far she’d bend. Can humans truly sustain lasting love for another? Even without reciprocation, even when neglected, overlooked, hurt. I admit I’m flawed, full of shadows. But in this pragmatic world, my degrees, looks, and talents polished my veneer. I expected this marriage to last three months at best. Yet Emily stubbornly stretched it into five whole years. If I had realized my feelings sooner, stopped testing her limits of ‘loving me‘ again and again, perhaps we’d still be together now–maybe even ‘happily‘ together. Emily was right: men are born with a white knight complex and a fixation on first loves. When I learned Sophia–who’d dumped me after graduation to follow her professor abroad–was struggling in England, I felt satisfied. I thought contemptuously: Serves her right. This is heaven’s punishment for leaving me. So I couldn’t wait to fly to England to ‘give her a hand,‘ to prove her choice had been completely wrong….