On our wedding anniversary, I watched my husband propose to his female secretary on live TV.
I calmly sent a text message: "I'm leaving, take care." Then disappeared completely.
He once said that I was his worthless nanny-wife, but little did he know that the existence of the business empire that he was so proud of depended on my secret support.
When his company went bankrupt and he knelt in the rainstorm begging me to turn back, I was accepting the worship of the world as a global financial giant.
He asked me with red eyes: "What will it take for you to come back?"
I looked at him as if I were looking down at a speck of dust:
"When will you be able to stand on an equal level with me again?"
Intention: Love is not humble begging, but strong mutual need. Only by becoming a king yourself can you win the sincere surrender and side by side of another king.