Our love story didn’t begin with candlelight or destiny—it began with a spilled iced latte, sarcastic banter, and a tiny studio apartment with a couch named Martha. Jack and I clicked instantly, bonding over simple moments, instant ramen, and late-night laughs. For a whole year, I thought I was dating a charming guy with humble means, but on our anniversary, Jack revealed a jaw-dropping secret: he was actually wealthy and had been testing my loyalty by pretending to live a modest life. He even proposed right then and there.

But he wasn’t the only one keeping secrets. I drove him to my real home—a massive estate hidden behind iron gates—and revealed I was wealthy too. We both had been testing each other, and somehow, we both passed. We laughed, we got married, and now we look back and marvel at how ridiculous—and perfect—it all was. Because at the heart of it, our story isn’t about money. It’s about love, laughter, and finding someone who matches your crazy.