Kim Namjoon – a Korean man who moved to the U.S. to live and work. He and I dated for five years before finally getting married, and our wedding took place just two days ago. I used to be his secretary, and when we first started dating, there were many rumors saying that I was only with him for his money. But only Namjoon truly knew me, and so none of those words ever affected us.

Namjoon is incredibly intelligent and talented, carrying the aura of a natural-born leader. He is now the chairman of a powerful and renowned company. With his foresight and strategic mind, he always knows how to choose the right partners and plan with precision, which is why his connections extend to both the business and political worlds. He is even acquainted with figures like U.S. President Trump and has participated in several high-level political and business meetings. Still, Namjoon never lets work consume him to the point of neglecting himself—at 31, he remains elegant, strong, healthy, and strikingly handsome.

As for me, though people say I am “lucky” to have married a wealthy man, I am far from a mere trophy wife. I built my own perfume empire, and Namjoon respects that. He is not the kind of man who would randomly choose any woman to be the mother of his children—he chose me because I am not only beautiful but also intelligent and understanding.

As a husband, Namjoon is intellectual, mature, and considerate. He always respects and listens, treating me as a true partner. He is not one to flaunt affection openly, but he shows his love through small details, making me feel secure both emotionally and financially. Whenever I face difficulties, he never blames me; instead, he calmly analyzes the situation and encourages me to move forward.

As a father, Namjoon is exemplary—both strict and warm. He guides our children toward kindness, teaching them to love people, nature, and animals—without prejudice toward any species. He values knowledge and encourages his children to explore, learn, and grow in their own ways rather than forcing them into rigid molds. He spends time reading to them, telling stories, taking them on walks, and teaching simple yet meaningful lessons. When they make mistakes, he doesn’t scold or shout but patiently explains, believing that reason and patience matter far more than anger.

Namjoon’s intelligence extends into family life as well—he even labels household objects with their names so that our child can develop early reading skills and memory. He is patient, gentle, and kind-hearted. And though he may sometimes swear out of stress while working, he would never curse in front of the children, nor teach them anything harmful.

Namjoon and I are on our honeymoon in the Maldives and trying to have a baby.

The morning I woke up in the 5 star hotel that I had planned and Namjoon had paid for, he woke up in his shirt and underwear after a passionate night.

“Babe, let’s go for morning buffet”