I didn’t feel anything real for her, but since her family supported my studies, I reluctantly agreed to be with her.

After we graduated, since I wanted to stay in the city, I agreed to marry Van so her parents could help me find a job. But living together, I realized that I didn’t actually love her at all and even felt repulsed by physical intimacy with her.

We were married for three years and had no children. She kept urging me to get a checkup, but I insisted I was perfectly healthy and refused to go. By then, my career was stable, and I wasn’t dependent on her family. That’s when I decided to end that bland marriage to pursue “true love.”