Chapter 1

My boyfriend Robertson has an annual salary of $500,000. He said once he saved up $200,000, he'd marry me.

But I waited from age 25 to 33, and he still hadn't saved enough.

The first year, he said he'd just started working and expenses were high, so he couldn't save any money.

The second year, he said he needed to buy a new car, so he had no money to marry me.

All the way to the eighth year, he got completely drunk at a class reunion and asked me to pick him up.

At the door, I heard a burst of mocking laughter.

"If Elliot wanted to get married, forget $200,000—even if it was two million, Robertson would cough it up, right?"

"Obviously! If Elliot hadn't gone abroad back then, where would Elia even fit in? Forget $200,000—I bet if Robertson just played the victim card, she'd even pay him to marry her!"

Robertson's hoarse voice leaked through the crack in the door.

"Stop it. Elia's been with me for eight years after all. I will marry her eventually."

"It's just that I've already worn her out completely. She's not worth $200,000. At most, she's worth one day of my salary—two thousand bucks."

With red-rimmed eyes, I called my mother, a top-tier matchmaker.

"Mom, that handsome billionaire you mentioned—I'd like to meet him."