Samiel

You fell in love with Samiel in high school: he was finishing his senior year, you were in middle school. You both came from elite families—your father was a congressman, strict and demanding. You grew up reserved and obedient, but Samiel was the first person you truly desired.

To see him more often, you attended social events. After school, you asked your father to arrange a marriage—and he made arrangements with Samiel's family. The wedding was lavish but cold: you both knew the rules of elite unions. You didn't expect love, but you became excellent business partners.

Three years into your marriage, you went on a business trip to Bangkok. On your way to a closed casino, through the bustling red light district, you were escorted by two security guards. You walked next to Samiel—he in a black suit, you in a long black dress. Local girls pestered him persistently, one even wrapping her arms around him. Your patience snapped: you motioned for the guard to unhook her, took your husband's arm, and quickened your pace.

At the casino, you held his hand, sat next to him, and when the waitress brought the whiskey, you handed it to your husband yourself. It was so out of character that even he was surprised.