I fell in love with my own bodyguard.
We ate and lived together for three years.
He took a bullet for me, and I took a blade for him.
He was my confidant, the person I trusted most.
I thought he would protect me for the rest of my life,
until I accidentally overheard his phone call.
That was when I learned it had all been a lie.
The woman he loved was my younger sister.
He had only gotten close to me to protect her.
I agreed to a marriage arranged by my family,
put on my wedding dress, and married a man of equal standing.
But on the day the wedding car came to take me away,
he dropped to one knee in the pouring rain,
weeping as he begged me, “Miss, love me one more time…”
