I Gave Up Harvard, But She Gave Me Up

The day the Carringtons went bankrupt, Liana Carrington handed me a black card.

“This is all I have left,” she said. “Don’t suffer with me. Take it and chase your dream.”

But I tore up my Harvard admission letter right in front of her and boldly said, “If you’re going down, I’m going down with you.”

From that day on, the spoiled boy who used to spend tens of thousands on a single meal took off his luxury brands and haggled with market vendors for hours over a few cents.

Later, when Liana rebuilt her family’s fortune, the very first thing she wanted was to marry me.