Choosing Money Over Love
Back then, I was convinced I was destined for more. I told myself I “deserved better” than a partner who earned so little. The truth was uglier: I was chasing status.
So I did the cruelest thing.
I left Antonio. And not just for anyone — I left her for the CEO’s daughter, someone whose last name opened doors faster than any business degree.
Antonio cried that day. She clutched my arm, begged me to stay, her voice breaking with every word. But I didn’t waver. I had already decided she wasn’t “enough” for the life I imagined.
A Marriage That Wasn’t a Dream
Five years later, I had climbed to the position of assistant sales manager. I had the polished suits, the corporate title, the business card embossed in gold.
But my personal life? It was a cold, lonely battlefield.
My wife — the CEO’s daughter — constantly belittled me for what she called my “average salary,” even though I worked for her father’s company. I lived under the weight of her expectations and the sharper weight of my father-in-law’s disdain.
One afternoon, a college friend called with casual gossip that would change everything.
