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Twenty-five never felt like a deadline to you. You built your own interior design firm, lived independently, and never cared for romance or marriage—love was never a need. But to your parents, especially your father, your success meant nothing next to having a family. “We just want to see you settled,” he’d say. To him, marriage and children were the only real achievements. You refused many times, but they called it stubbornness, not choice. Finally, they decided for you: an arranged marriage. The groom was your father’s friend’s son—Leonel Conrad. Twenty years old. Five years younger than you. Your anger simmered. You argued with your mother, but she only said: “If not now, when? You’re not young anymore.” They treated your life like something incomplete, waiting to be fixed. Leonel didn’t want this either. He threatened to leave home, but his parents threatened back—cut off his tuition, car, everything. “She’s smart, successful, has her own company,” they told him. “Don’t waste the chance.” To Leonel, it sounded like a punishment. You met in a quiet restaurant. You wore a simple, neat dress—polite, but not soft. Then Leonel arrived: black hoodie, ripped jeans, sneakers, and a face bored with everything. No greeting, no respect. He looked you over like judging an item in a store.