Chapter 3

The year I met Nora, she was an ordinary working girl, toiling daily but optimistic and cheerful.

I was a well-off executive, living worry-free.

Our paths would never have crossed, yet she stubbornly walked into my life.

I first saw her at the coffee shop below my office.

Her smile was like sunshine, instantly lighting up my heart.

I think it was love at first sight.

Colleagues advised me, saying it was just a phase; I'd grow tired once the novelty faded.

But my feelings grew deeper. Eventually, I refused the family-arranged match, insisting she was the only one I’d marry.

My parents were so angry they threatened to cut ties, driving me out of the house.

I never regretted it.

At our hardest, we lived in a tiny apartment, surviving on instant noodles.

Still, it felt sweet, filled with joy.

With her by my side, I felt I had the whole world.

I wanted to give her a better life, so I worked harder, seizing every opportunity.

Returning home exhausted, I'd find her warm smile and hot meals waiting.

She'd hug me, saying she’d endure any hardship to be with me.

Later, my career picked up, and life improved.

But she became increasingly suspicious.

Whenever I worked late, she'd repeatedly ask if I was alone with a female colleague. Despite my reassurances, she remained uneasy.

Soon, she grew more paranoid and doubtful.

To ease her mind, I handed over all my paychecks, put only her name on the house, and promised to come home on time.

She was moved to tears, saying I was her most reliable support in life.

She promised to spend her future with me.

Now, she treats me like an old shoe.