I remembered everything. They were the ones who had forgotten.
Back then, it was Zoey who told me her family was struggling, that her mother lay awake every night worrying about finding Dale a wife.
She said she knew I wasn't the shallow, materialistic type. She asked me to give her brother a chance.
On our wedding day, Mrs. Fleming had wept with joy, saying that finding a daughter-in-law as sensible as me was a blessing from their ancestors.
When exactly had all of that changed?
In the beginning, Dale had nothing. When we married, I'd asked for only a token bride-price of six thousand six hundred dollars.
No house. No car.
I didn't choose a partner based on those things. I cared about character and ability.
As for money, I could handle that myself.
My family placed certain financial restrictions on us children before we had kids of our own, but even with those restrictions, the resources I could access were more than enough to send Dale's career into the stratosphere.
It seemed none of them had ever stopped to wonder why a man with no connections, no background, no family name had managed to sail through business without a single setback.