It was only after that night that I learned he was the heir apparent to the Brown Group.
But Brown Group had crumbled overnight.
When I discovered he was determined to make a comeback, I gave him all the support I could muster.
At first, I secretly funneled small contracts from Harris Group to him.
As his company grew, I deliberately withheld larger contracts, leaving the opportunities for him.
There was a time when his company faced a cash flow crisis.
I wanted to give him all my money, but my father found out.
He froze my bank accounts, leaving me unable to access any funds.
I spent the night kneeling outside, and when morning came, my father still refused to relent.
Instead, he advanced the date of my marriage to Victor.
I took a fruit knife and pressed it to my throat, threatening to kill myself if necessary.
Because of this, I severed ties with the Harris family.
From then on, they no longer recognized me as a Harris.
But it didn't matter. My bank accounts were unfrozen, and I could help David with his immediate difficulties.
Thus, after graduating from college, the Brown Group, which he had managed single-handedly, ranked among the top three conglomerates, rivaling Harris Group and Dickerson Group.
At the graduation ceremony, he proposed to me and delivered a dowry of a million dollars to my doorstep, proving his strength to my family.
Gradually, my relationship with my family softened.
In the ten years of marriage, I had devoted myself to caring for him as a homemaker.
I frequently told him I wanted a child.
Yet every time I brought it up, he either brushed it off or looked at me with irritation.
It was also after we married that I realized the girl in the photos wasn't his sister, but his first love.
We had argued several times over Christina's photos, and eventually, he reluctantly agreed to put them away.
I thought David and I could live in peace.
Little did I know, Christina would return.