Upon seeing my stubbornness, Selena relented.


    However, when it was our turn to board the roller coaster, fate seemed to y a hand as we ended up in the veryst row.


    "I''ve never sat in thest row, but I''ve heard it''s not as fun. Hud, should we wait for the next round?" she asked.


    Earlier, I might have gone along with her suggestion, patiently waiting for the next ride so we could choose any seat we wanted. But now, I wanted to have my own way.


    "No, there''s already a spot. Why wait for the next one? Whether it''s the front row or the back row, it''s all the same. Selena, don''t be so finicky."


    I realized I sounded a bit harsh. Turning to gauge her reaction, I saw a flicker of surprise on her face, quickly reced by a look of grievance as she huffed at me. "Hudson, don''t regret itter."


    Selena rarely called me Hudson; she loved to call me Hud. When she called me Hudson, it meant she was genuinely upset.


    I didn''t have the energy to think too much about it.


    I had never been to an amusement park growing up. My family was poor, and we simply couldn''t afford it. During school, I was too busy studying, and in the holidays, I had to work. Time slipped by, and before I knew it, I had graduated and


    still hadn''t gone.


    Sometimes, I wondered why someone as yful as Selena had never taken me to an amusement park.


    Her family was wealthy, and they had strict rules. They didn''t allow her to be spoiled. When she was a freshman in college, she started getting involved in the family business.


    I thought she would have a carefree life there, but she often cried to me about the difficulties she faced at the grassroots level, feeling like she was being undermined.


    At that time, although I was only a sophomore, I had more life experience than she did. I helped her navigate social situations, taught her the ropes, and even stayed upte with her to work on proposals.


    Thinking back to those days brought a wave of nostalgia. Though those times were tough and filled with hardship, they were also when I felt Selena loved me the most.


    Perhaps, to rebel against her strict upbringing, she sought freedom in her romantic life.


    She dated who she wanted and pursued whoever caught her eye. I lost count of how many men had chased her during college, spanning various majors and years. Rumors even floated that she had caught the eye of a university professor.


    But, of course, some stories were just rumors, and no one dared to investigate their truth.


    When she finally stabilized in her career, I found myself struggling with mine. Sometimes, I marveled at how we had stayed together for so long-from college


    to graduation and into marriage-seven years of her by my side.


    But I couldn''t help but wonder, throughout those seven years, had I really been the only one apanying her?


    We settled into thest row as the staff helped us secure our harnesses. Perhaps it was because it was her first time in thest row, but she looked anxious, instinctively gripping my hand tightly.


    Her small hand wrapped around mine gave me a sense of nostalgia, as if a child was holding on. When she intertwined her fingers with mine, it felt like we were transported back to the past.


    I looked at her, wanting to ask if she still loved me, but the thought of Sylvia made me swallow the question back.