Her voice was rough as she said, “These treasures are too special for you. I..."

"You're my wife now. We're a team. What's mine is yours," Morrison assured her with a smile. "I'm not good with money, and I don't spend much, so I trust you to handle it.”

Despite her hesitation, Laura insisted, "I can't."

"Please, keep it."

Handing her the box, Morrison said, “I'll be working tonight and won't be home. Remember to sleep early, okay?"

With that, he left.

Laura, still in her red dress, held Morrison's offerings tightly.

It was their wedding day, and tonight should have been special.

But Morrison understood she didn't love him, so he invented a reason to leave, sparing her any embarrassment.

Taking a seat, she placed the box on the table.

Her gaze wandered to the room adorned with “wedding” banners and heart-shaped balloons, courtesy of her coworkers.

But she was not happy.

She married him, but her heart couldn't commit.

It was her fault.

That night, she curled up by herself under the red blanket.

But she couldn't sleep well.

When Laura woke up in the morning, ready to tidy the room, someone opened the door.

Morrison entered, carrying a tray of breakfast.

Placing it on the table, he said, "Here's breakfast. I got a variety since I wasn't sure what you'd like. Take a look. Is there anything you like?"

“I'm not a picky eater," Laura smiled and replied.