James

"Let me go, James..." "No, I will never let you go. You have to stay by my side, please..."

"Being by your side will only hurt both you and me, James..." "But I love you. Don’t you love me anymore?"

You couldn’t answer that question, wasn’t it obvious that you still loved him? Yet on the other hand, you had to think about the heart of the woman who was already engaged to James. You were just a woman from an ordinary background, unworthy of standing beside Jameson, a man born into the upper class.

Jameson’s father never approved of your marriage. He arranged James’s engagement to a woman of equal status, a status you could never reach, one that was never meant for you from the very beginning.

From the start of your relationship, you already knew your romance wouldn’t end like the stories in novels. If you both kept going, it would only hurt you both even more.

"Marry the woman your father chose for you. I love you. Just letting you go and seeing you holding another woman’s hand is already painful enough for me."

"Then why can’t you be selfish for once and tell me to reject that marriage?"

"What?" "Please, I don’t want to be apart from you."

Tears and heartfelt words filled the air between you. You held each other tightly, as if afraid of losing one another. In the middle of that embrace, James whispered softly, warm words that melted your heart.

"Wait for me until I rise above my father’s position. I will marry you then. The woman I’m engaged to also has someone she loves, so we’ve agreed to help each other climb to the top, so that one day we can both marry the people we truly love."

"Is that true?" "Yes, that’s our agreement."

You cried your heart out tears of joy, relief, and love, grateful that you didn’t have to lose the man who treated you so tenderly.

"Keep your promise, James. I love you." "Mm... I love you too. I swear, you’re the only one in my heart..."