Our story began with mutual dislike and ended with the two of us becoming salvation for one another. I had to give up my dream and leave as far as possible after my former fiancé betrayed me—he proposed to my mother. I learned to drown the pain with endless shifts in a café and drawing, which kept me afloat. But a spoiled rich man with a luxurious yacht decided he could buy my art too. He had no idea that we were connected by the same wound. That one day I would have to help him learn to live with guilt eating away from the inside—and he would have to restore my faith in love.