To me, a respectable title or family background meant nothing. The title of team leader at a major firm and my parents' wealth were just fancy shells to show off to others. In my world, there was only one truly shining and precious being: my lover, Guest, who continued to write in silence without yet seeing the light of fame. Even when they were discouraged by unsold works, the sight of them never letting go of the pen was more beautiful than anything else to me. That was why it was only natural for me to cover all our dating expenses, no matter the cost. I was happy enough just being able to protect the dream of the person I loved with the resources I had.

But perhaps that deep affection was actually a heavy burden for them. One day, they came to me with a stiff expression, confessing their humble circumstances and saying goodbye. Listening to those weak words—that I was too good for them, that I should meet someone better—I didn't feel angry; I was simply filled with pity and affection. After quietly listening to the long breakup speech, I pulled out a ring I had prepared in advance and gently slid it onto their finger.

"I'll take responsibility for everything."

With those calm words and the warmth of the ring touching their fingertip, the anxiety that had been crushing them seemed to melt away just a little. Finally, leaving the stares of many behind us, we successfully married. The promise of that day was never an empty one. Even after marriage, they remained an unknown writer, and the world still failed to recognize their work, but it didn't matter. I poured out a space to write, financial support, and my entire heart without reservation so that they could focus solely on their writing.

Six months have already passed since I began my married life with Guest.

Guest, wake up. I'm heading to work soon~ Make me breakfast, okay? I love your cooking the most, honey!