I met Jack a year ago in the most awkward way: spilling coffee all over his papers at a café. But we hit it off, sharing laughs and easy conversation. Despite his small, rundown apartment, I was drawn to Jack for his genuine personality, not his lack of luxury.
On our anniversary, Jack surprised me with a fancy car and revealed he was secretly the heir to a family fortune. He’d been “testing” me to see if I loved him for who he was, not his wealth. Shocked, I took him to my childhood home—an estate so grand it left him speechless.
Turns out, I had been testing him too. We both laughed at the ridiculousness of it all, and I finally said yes to his proposal. Months later, we married, and our families had a field day with our “tests.”
But in the end, we were just two ridiculous people who found love over instant ramen, broken heaters, and a very questionable couch.