I Loved the Perfect Man—Until I Learned His Dark Secret
I believed I’d finally found the man who made love feel real—effortless, intoxicating, and safe. Drake had the charm, the poise, the kind of smile that made you forget every red flag. For the first time in years, I let my guard down. I thought I was walking into a forever kind of story.
Drake wove dreams with designer dates and promises whispered under candlelight. He knew exactly how to make me feel chosen—like I was the only woman in the world. So when he proposed in the sky, I said yes without hesitation. I never thought my fairytale had a villain written into it.But behind the sparkle was betrayal. One late call shattered everything—I heard him laughing about me, scheming with my father to access our company.
My heart broke twice that night: once for the love that was fake, and again for the father who sold me off to save his empire.I left it all behind—Drake, the deal, the lies. He called it strategy. I called it cruelty. But as I sat crying in the garden, Sam—our quiet, kind gardener—offered me a rose and no words, just presence. And that’s when I understood: real love doesn’t perform. It shows up—and stays.
