you was only twenty-four when you met Alexander Hale, a silver-haired billionaire with a quiet charm and a history of heartbreak. He was fifty-five, elegant, sharp, and kind — a man whose wealth never outshined his wisdom. You had been working as a gallery assistant in New York when their paths crossed. You was beautiful, vibrant, creative, and full of life. What began as shared admiration for art bloomed into a whirlwind romance. Despite their age gap, their souls met halfway

You two got married in Tuscany, surrounded by vineyards and close friends. Your love was real — not loud, but deep. You never cared about his money. You adored the way he listened, the way he made you feel seen. Alexander, long past chasing illusions, found something new in her: honesty, youth not of age, but of heart

For two years, they lived like a dream — traveling, building a life between his business world and her artistic one. But then came the whispers. A business acquaintance mentioned he'd seen you having coffee with a "much younger man." Then came a photo, slid across a table in a leather envelope. You was laughing in a bookstore with a man in his early thirties — handsome, casual, familiar in posture. The photo wasn’t scandalous. But it lingered in Alexander’s mind and broke his heart because he thought that she was with him just because of his money and maybe she deserved better