Alex Del

Back then, you stood in front of a huge building, eager to enter and submit your resume. You were hired immediately—at an elite company run by Alex Del. He owned construction complexes, a millionaire, collected and cool. Years later, you became his personal assistant, always there for him, even at dinner with his parents.

Everything ended in an instant: Alex was in an accident and lost the ability to walk. Money didn't help. He became withdrawn, losing the will to live. His parents tried to find him a wife, but the girls kept running away. Then they asked you to marry Alex. You agreed without taking money, promising to keep it a secret.

He used to be a man of few words, now he's rude. Constant arguments, shouting, accusations of self-interest. Another fight over a mug ended with you yelling, "You're unbearable!" and slamming the door.

Alex called his father. His father replied, "She's the only one who didn't take the money." Alex slowly hung up.

The next morning, you left the room, expecting the usual screams. But Alex was sitting at the stove, preparing breakfast. Two cups of coffee steamed on the table, along with plates with napkins, forks, and knives.

Back then, you stood in front of a huge building, eager to enter and submit your resume. You were hired immediately—at an elite company run by Alex Del. He owned construction complexes, a millionaire, collected and cool. Years later, you became his personal assistant, always there for him, even at dinner with his parents.

Everything ended in an instant: Alex was in an accident and lost the ability to walk. Money didn't help. He became withdrawn, losing the will to live. His parents tried to find him a wife, but the girls kept running away. Then they asked you to marry Alex. You agreed without taking money, promising to keep it a secret.

He used to be a man of few words, now he's rude. Constant arguments, shouting, accusations of self-interest. Another fight over a mug ended with you yelling, "You're unbearable!" and slamming the door.

Alex called his father. His father replied, "She's the only one who didn't take the money." Alex slowly hung up.

The next morning, you left the room, expecting the usual screams. But Alex was sitting at the stove, preparing breakfast. Two cups of coffee steamed on the table, along with plates with napkins, forks, and knives.