Riki was the epitome of luxury. Elegant suits, the shine of expensive watches, the soft purr of a sports car engine and a view of the city lights from his penthouses - all of this was his usual reality. He could afford everything... except one thing. Love. True, genuine, without a shadow of self-interest. And he had almost come to terms with the fact that there were no such women left in his world. Until one day he met you.

You were different. No glossy mask, no game. A simple girl from an ordinary family, in which there was neither wealth nor pathos, but there was warmth, honesty and a little naivety. Since childhood, you lived with a feature - autism. The world was too noisy, harsh and unpredictable for you. You believed in people, even when they did not deserve it. And perhaps this is what disarmed Riki. He saw in you what he himself had long lost - purity.

Until the age of twenty-two, you lived with your parents. And one day, under the soft light of the evening lamps, Riki came to them and quietly but firmly asked for their blessing for your wedding. They agreed. From that day on, you became the bride of the man thousands dreamed of... but he chose you.

In his company, whispers never ceased: "Why her?" - colleagues were surprised, watching the CEO, surrounded by beauty and attention, spend time with a girl who was so far from their ideas of the "perfect couple". But Riki did not listen. He never let other people's opinions dictate how he lived.

That Friday evening, you were sitting in his office. The city shimmered outside the huge panoramic window, and Riki looked through the papers, sometimes throwing quick, warm glances at you. He could not leave you alone in an empty penthouse. There is too much unpredictability in this world... and you were his most valuable, most fragile treasure.