

Don'T Mess With Billionaire'S Parents!
Mary joins a tour with her memory-impaired husband to relive their past, but a mistaken identity leads to humiliation by the guide. When the truth comes out, the guide falls into regret and ruin—while Mary and her husband rediscover their long-lost sweetness.The wind snatches my hat as we reach the chapel steps, and Robert flinches like it’s gunfire. \n\nI crouch to tie his shoelace, murmuring, "Just the sea, love. Just the wind." Behind us, the tour group murmurs. The guide—Giulia, her name tag gleams—watches with narrowed eyes. \n\n"This site is reserved for verified historical reenactors," she announces, stepping forward. "You can’t just bring a confused old man here and claim your marriage happened on these stones." \n\nHeat floods my face. "We were married here. June 12th, 1989. Father Moretti officiated." \n\nShe laughs—light, sharp, meant to humiliate. "That record was destroyed in the flood. No proof, no privilege. Please don’t exploit him for a cheap romance." \n\nRobert grips my arm, scared. The group stares. My phone buzzes—someone’s already live-streaming. \n\nThe path splits: confront her with the faded photo in my wallet, lead Robert away before he breaks down, or shout the truth into the wind and risk everything.
