Chapter 1
I had just seen those boxers two days ago while packing his suitcase for a business trip.
When Fabian noticed me eyeing the letter, he asked with a casual smile, “What’s up?”
I shook my head. “Nothing.Just noticed the monogram—pretty unique. Never seen anything like it before.”
Fabian raised an eyebrow, explaining smoothly, “My skin’s sensitive to most fabrics. I get all my underwear custom-made.”
At the time, I didn’t think twice about it.
Now, this post was sending my mind into a spiral of doubt.
The poster kept digging herself deeper in the comments
“Everyone needs to chill the hell out.”
“He’s still single technically, and we haven’t hooked up or anything, so how is this cheating?”
“Someone asked if I mark his new underwear too. Duh! He ships every new pair to me first.”
“Does his girlfriend know? God no.”
“We’re super careful. Nobody has a clue.”
“Haha I’ve been doing this since I was fourteen, FYI.”
“Relax, I’m deleting this post soon anyway.”
The thread was blowing up with strangers calling her out.I didn’t join in, but I couldn’t shake the creeping suspicion.
Then I caught myself—was I seriously going to question my fiancé because of some random internet stranger? Get a grip!
The poster’s location showed London, for crying out loud.
Everyone in our social circle knows Fabian has always been Mr. Perfect—never have a scandal. He’s a person who buttons his shirt all the way to the top..
When someone once asked why he was so proper, he just said, “Quality over quantity.”
After graduating from Wharton, Fabian launch his company.
His leadership team is 50/50 men and women, with female employees making up the majority overall.
The benefits are insane comprehensive healthcare, flexible hours and sick days, six months of parental leave for all genders, and actual vacation time people can take without guilt.
He even created the OWL initiative “Oracle Women’s Leadership” specifically designed for advancing women.
His executive assistant, Zoe, just had her second baby. When I stopped by his office, she brought me coffee.
“We always wondered what kind of woman would end up with Fabian,” she said. “Meeting you, I get it now.”
She got emotional talking about him.
“A man like Fabian has women swooning over him constantly, but I’ve worked for him for years and never once seen him even flirt back.”
She probably thought I was checking up on him.
Then she opened up about her marriages.
“If Fabian hadn’t gotten his legal team to help with my custody battle, my ex would have destroyed me. I never would have met my current husband or had my baby.”
“Fabian’s the real deal. You could visit his company if you have time.”
I nodded, sipping my coffee without commenting.
My dad always said there are four ways to judge a man
First, how he handles responsibility—does he step up or make excuses?
Second, how he acts when things go wrong—watch out for the ones who never show frustration.
Third, his friends—sometimes, men hang out with jerks, but they don’t do it often..
Fourth, his family—how his parents treated each other is his blueprint for relationships.
Fabian aced all four tests.
My parents enthusiastically approved the match.
We started dating with marriage as the clear goal.
Last summer, I was vacationing in Anglesey when my period hit early with crippling pain. I’d lost my meds and passed out from the intensity.
My new assistant, Sara, completely freaked out.
Fabian, who was supposed to be in LA for meetings, somehow showed up out of nowhere, calmly carried me to bed, and stayed up all night accompanying me.
That night, a typhoon slammed the island. The resort flooded, and housekeeper evacuated everyone to higher ground.
A ceiling fan broke loose in the chaos and came crashing down. Without hesitation, Fabian covered me with his body, getting a nasty gash across his forehead.
I didn’t even realize he was hurt. He never mentioned it, just carried me on his back through knee-deep water.
His voice stayed steady”I’ve got you!babe.”
“We’re going to be fine.”
Looking at his usually perfect hair now plastered to his bleeding forehead, I thought, I’m falling in love with him. This is real.
In our world, marriages are business mergers.Genuine feelings is completely worthless.
But that night, I genuinely believed I’d found the exception.
Our engagement was announced the following month.
Thinking about all this now, I felt stupid for letting some boring post get to me.
