At a celebration party that I was not qualified to attend, I was publicly mocked by my colleagues. When I was at a loss for words, Zoila Jenkins, dressed in formal attire, suddenly appeared and helped me out.
From then on, our live pace seemed to be accelerated as we were getting to know each other, understanding each other, and loving together.
People in high society felt sorry that Zoila, the daughter of a wealthy family, had married me, a junior programmer.
Zoila held my hand and announced firmly to everyone that she wanted to date me, and I was the best choice in her heart.
After getting married, she spared no effort to express her concern for me.
As a programmer, the most common thing for me was to stay up late in front of the computer and work tirelessly.
Since getting married, Zoila had become my housewife.
She supervised my exercise every morning, researched healthy recipes, and cared a lot about my physical health.
As time went by, I not only became the healthiest among my programmer colleagues, but also had a lot of hair grown.
Seeing Zoila sweetly supervising my exercise every day, I felt a burst of sweetness in my heart.
With a wife like her, what more could a husband ask for?
But now it seemed that everything was planned by her.
Perhaps her goal from the beginning was my heart.
3
The turning point happened during our first argument.
At that time, there was a new project in my company and I was specifically asked me to be the team leader, who was responsible for overall coordination work.
The leader even hinted that if this project went smoothly, I might have the opportunity to be promoted to the management level by the end of the year.
I was thrilled and more determined to seize this opportunity.
After all, I also wanted to show those who looked down on me that although I didn't have the wealth they had, I still had the ability to provide a good life for my wife.
I started endless overtime work, even eating and sleeping at the company. Finally, after several all-nighters, the project was completed perfectly.
Before I had a chance to tell my wife the good news, she got angry with me first.
It was a routine physical examination, and I didn't think much of it.
Since I got married to my wife, she had been regularly checking my physical health, with a small check every half month and a big check every month.