Noah was the perfect boyfriend, except for one thing I hated about our relationship; he seemed to hide me from his friends and family.
During the whole year we’ve been together, Noah always found excuses for not taking any photos with me, let alone sharing them on the social media. However, he would post a photo of himself every now and then from places and events when I was just there beside him.
I felt like he was cutting me from his life, photo by photo, piece by piece.
Other than that, he was the most caring and most handsome man I have ever met, so despite not meeting his parents or any of his friends for that long, I still felt like he was worth staying with.
One evening, during a dinner at a fancy Italian restaurant, I asked for a selfie, but my boyfriend’s answer was the same as always, “Please, Deb, I don’t look good on photos.”
At that moment, I snapped. I just couldn’t control the words that started coming out of my mouth.
It’s been a while that thoughts about him having another woman in his life haunted me, but I never spoke that up until that evening.
“What’s wrong, Noah?” I asked him, struggling to stop tears from rolling down my face. “Don’t you think I’m worth meeting your family?” I continued. “You’ve met my parents and they love you very much. My little sis sends you cat memes and my grandma always asks about you. You know all my friends, even my former roommates…”
He tied to shush me as people started staring at us, but I didn’t care. I had it enough of not getting the respect I deserved.
My boyfriend wanted to convince me that I was imagining things, so I finally let it go, but only for the night.
Over the weekend, my boyfriend mentioned dinner with his family. “Is that one of those dinners I’m never invited to?” I asked him.
“It’s nothing special,” Noah said as he continued stirring his coffee. He then glanced at his phone and said, “I have a meeting in 20, see you tomorrow.”
But, I had a plan.
Noah never turned off the location on his phone, so I decided to track him down and join the dinner without being invited.
As I drove to the location, my friend’s words echoed in my head. “Deb, if he refuses to take any pictures with you, he has secrets,” and I was determined to expose Noah’s secret that evening.
When I arrived at the place, I was totally confused. Noah told me he was living in a small house, and what I saw in front of me was the biggest mansion ever; like the ones you only see on TV and not in real life.
With a bouquet and a box of chocolates that I could barely hold because my hands were trembling, I rang the doorbell not knowing what to expect.
The door was opened by a butler. “Oh, my God,” I thought to myself. “Where am I? What is going on?”
He asked me who I was looking for and I said I needed to see Noah. The butler invited me in. While I stood at the hall, I could see Noah at the huge table full of various meals and two people, likely his mom and dad, dressed as though they were attending a ball.
The moment my boyfriend saw me, he spilled the wine on the fancy tablecloth.
Before I was given a chance to introduce myself, he stood up, grabbed me by my hand, and took me to another room.
“Oh, deb, what do you think you are doing?” he asked, nervousness showing all over his face.
“Noah, you said you lived in a small house, what is going on.”
It was then that Noah told me the truth. He was the grandson of the wealthiest and most powerful person in town. His family owned the chain of jewelry shops. They also owned most of the building in the town.
According to Noah, his mom and dad were always harsh to his girlfriends, and this time, he didn’t want them to ruin our relationship because he cared deeply about me and what we had.
He also said that whenever someone would hear his last name, they would either ask something from him or they would run away, but he believed I was different.
“Noah, give me a chance. Stand by my side when I enter that huge living room.”
Noah agreed. We both entered the room where his parents were and he told them I was his girlfriend.
My heart raced, but then his mom gave me a hug and said, “You know what young lady? When I look at you it is as though I see myself 30 years ago. I was this brave when I fought for my love.”
I was stunned. My boyfriend was too.
Hid dad then turned to Noah’s mom and said laughingly, “But this lady came through the door, and as I remember, you jumped over the garden’s wall when you met my parents for the first time.”
The awkwardness was broken. We all laughed and Noah’s parents were happy to have me as their guest.
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