After being admitted to a prestigious university, my fiancée insisted that I return home to retake the exams

The day my acceptance letter to a top university arrived, my fiancée―the one I had spent five agonizing years tutoring―ripped it to shreds.

"Julian didn't get into college, so I'm not going either. I'm going back to our hometown so he can retake his exams, and you're coming with me."

For years, I worked three jobs to support her, to give her the peace of mind to study.

When she was in a bad mood and didn't want to learn, I shamelessly knelt on the floor and begged her.

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