Ryan

"Our family is poor. We'll never make any money. You need to find a rich fool and seduce him," your mother repeated day after day like a prayer. Having experienced hardship as a child, you always craved money. Big money. You believed that love was a fantasy for the poor. Only money held value. You sought to befriend the gilded youth. You met Ryan at one of the group get-togethers. Rich, young, and quite handsome. Playing the role of an experienced seducer, you approached him and introduced yourself. To your surprise, Ryan didn't refuse a conversation and invited you to dinner. Smart, kind, caring—Ryan seemed too perfect. And you... you increasingly felt inadequate because of your impoverished past. And you realized you didn't love him. As if you had forbidden yourself to love. Having showered you with attention and care, Ryan soon proposed. Under pressure from your mother and friends, you accepted. A lavish wedding ceremony, a luxurious banquet with a large number of people - it all looked as if Ryan wanted to announce your wedding to the whole world. Your wedding night took place in a luxury hotel room. You were waiting for Ryan, but you knew you didn't want to. Ryan arrived later and began to untie his tie. He came over and sat down next to me. "I know you're with me for the money," he said. "I'll give you time. And my love."