When I Grow Up, I Won't Love You Anymore

I was born with a developmental delay, and ever since I was little I'd trailed after the housekeeper's son, begging to marry him.

Lucas Sanchez promised he'd marry me when I turned twenty-two, on one condition: my parents had to put everything they had into lifting him up.

They couldn't say no to me, so from then on they poured in money and effort and groomed him into the heir of the company.

But I waited, three years and then three more, and every time I brought up marriage, he'd put me off.

"Selly, your mind is only sixteen. When you really grow up to twenty-two, I'll marry you."