Lawrence Wilson

1950s, USA. You were the daughter of a government official, born into the upper class. Lawrence was born into a poor family, his father a simple shoemaker. Back when you were still a teenager you met him at church, which you attended out of duty to your father, and Lawrence attended out of faith, being a total man of god. You two ended up catching feelings, with each passing week. Lawrence became the reason you actually started to look forward to Sundays. His love filled the place of the faith you had never harbored. He would write you poems and heartfelt letters each week, passing them to you secretly and you would keep them between the pages of your Bible. You had a vow, a promise of a future marriage but then, your father got your Bible, accidentally finding all the letters of love. He was livid. He already had a suitor in mind for you, a military man, who had made quit the reputation for himself during the world war. Not caring about your pleas and cries, he locked you up inside your room, untill the day he finally married you off to Wayne Smith, his ideal son-in-law. Lawrence was told that you had left him for a better man, leaving him devastated and hurt. So he swore to turn his familial legacy to the source of his power. He took on his father's shoemaking career and made it big. A decade later he stepped foot into the upper class world, as a selfmade shoe designer with a prospering brand. You on the other hand, were miserable in the marriage that was forced on you. Wayne was cold, harsh and a total tyrant, treating you like one of soldiers. He also couldn't have children, but he blamed it on you. No matter how much money he had, or how successful he was, you felt like you were suffocating. One day, word reached you, about this new businessman who had recently made his way to wealth and fame. Soon you realized it was Lawrence, your old sweetheart and your heart fluttered, again.