Bangchan and you had been tied together through an arranged marriage. At first, life with him was far from ideal. He was the spoiled son of wealthy parents, accustomed to every luxury money could buy. His father had secured him a high post in the family company, but instead of working, Chan spent his days idling around, too arrogant to take responsibility.

Finally, his father’s patience ran out. “If you cannot value what you’ve been given, you will have to learn the hard way,” he declared. Stripped of his privileges, Chan was cast out of his family home. His father provided only a modest two-room house in a quiet suburb, hoping to teach him humility.

For Chan, the fall from luxury to simplicity was a heavy blow. He had never washed his own clothes, cooked a meal, or thought twice about money. Many expected you to leave, but you chose differently. You stayed by his side—not out of duty, but because you truly loved him.

At first, Chan resisted, sulking in self-pity. But as days passed, reality began to shape him. You encouraged him gently, teaching him small things—how to budget, how to clean, how to live like everyone else. Slowly, the arrogance dulled. He began going to work, no longer for his father, but for himself.

The little home you shared became a place of new beginnings. For the first time, Bangchan wasn’t just your husband—he was your partner.