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Some love stories are written in the stars. Ours was written in spilled coffee, sarcastic banter, and one unbelievable revelation that turned everything I thought I knew about my boyfriend upside down.\n

Jack and I met in the least romantic way possible\u2014by me spilling an entire iced latte all over his neatly stacked paperwork at a coffee shop. Mortified, I scrambled for napkins, but he just chuckled. “Guess this is fate telling me to take a break!”\n

We ended up talking for hours, and from that moment on, we just clicked.\n

Jack always preferred hanging out at his place, which I didn\u2019t question since my roommate wasn\u2019t a fan of guests. His tiny studio apartment was in a rundown part of town, and everything about it was, well\u2026 interesting.\n

The heater had a mind of its own, the couch looked like it had survived a war, and his kitchen consisted of a single hot plate. But I wasn\u2019t in this for luxury\u2014I liked Jack for who he was.\n

Fast forward to our first anniversary\u2026\n

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I was expecting something low-key, maybe a homemade dinner or a cheesy rom-com night. Instead, I stepped outside to find Jack leaning against a sleek, expensive car, holding a bouquet of roses.\n

I blinked. “Whose car is this?”\n

“Mine,” he said with a grin.\n

I laughed. “No, seriously.”\n

He didn\u2019t laugh back.\n

That\u2019s when he confessed\u2014he wasn\u2019t just a logistics guy scraping by. He was the heir to a multi-million-dollar family business. The crappy apartment? A test. He wanted to see if I was with him for him and not his wealth.\n

I just stared. “I\u2019m sorry\u2026 WHAT?”\n

“Every relationship I\u2019ve had changed the moment they found out about the money,” he explained. “I needed to be sure you loved me for me.”\n

I gawked at him. “So your solution was\u2026 pretending to be broke?”\n

Jack winced. “When you put it that way, it sounds\u2014”\n

“Manipulative? Like something out of a bad romance novel?”\n

He sighed and pulled out a small velvet box. “But now I am sure. Giselle, will you marry me?”\n

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Most people might have screamed “YES” right away. But I had my own secret.\n

I smirked, snatched the car keys from his hand, and said, “Let me drive. If what I show you next doesn\u2019t scare you off, then my answer is yes.”\n

Confused, Jack let me take the wheel.\n

I drove us out of the city, past quiet suburbs, and up to a towering set of iron gates. Jack\u2019s brows furrowed. “Uh\u2026 where are we going?”\n

“Remember when I said I grew up in a modest house?” I asked innocently.\n

“Yeah?”\n

“I may have stretched the definition of \u2018modest\u2019 a bit.”\n

I punched in a code, and the gates swung open, revealing an estate with pristine gardens, fountains, and a hedge maze.\n

Jack\u2019s jaw dropped. “Giselle\u2026 what the hell?”\n

“Welcome to my childhood home,” I said, grinning.\n

He stared at me, stunned. “So\u2026 you were testing me while I was testing you?”\n

“Looks like it.”\n

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Jack exhaled in disbelief. “Wait\u2026 all those times you acted impressed by my hot plate cooking\u2014”\n

“Oh, that wasn\u2019t acting. I was genuinely amazed anyone could cook on that thing.”\n

For a second, I thought he\u2019d be mad. But then, Jack burst out laughing. “We\u2019re ridiculous,” he said. “I was testing you, and you had a palace this whole time?”\n

“Basically.” I smirked. “Guess we both passed the test.”\n

Jack shook his head, still chuckling. “So\u2026 does this mean your answer is yes?”\n

I tapped my chin. “Hmm\u2026 I guess I\u2019ll marry you.”\n

He kissed me. “You\u2019re impossible.”\n

“And you love it.”\n

Six months later, we got married in a small, beautiful ceremony. The only problem? Our families wouldn\u2019t stop talking about how we had “tricked” each other.\n

And just like that, we were back to being us\u2014two ridiculous people who fell in love over instant ramen, broken heaters, and a couch held together by duct tape.\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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