Andrew was in love with Linda and wanted to marry her. But his grandmother warned him, “A pretty face doesn’t guarantee a good heart.”

To test Linda’s love, Andrew pretended to be poor, renting a modest house and proposing with a stunning ring. Linda’s initial excitement faded as she looked around the rundown home. “Andrew… this isn’t what I imagined,” she admitted hesitantly.

Andrew asked, “Did you love me or the life you thought I had?”

Linda’s voice trembled. “I want stability, comfort… I thought you did too.”

Realizing the truth, Andrew gently said, “If that’s what matters most, I won’t stand in your way.”

Linda hesitated but eventually walked away.

Back at his grand estate, his grandmother sighed in relief. “I’m sorry, but I’m glad you know now.”

Andrew nodded. “It hurts, but I’d rather face the truth than live a lie.”

Weeks later, he ran into Emma, a former colleague. They talked, and her warm, genuine nature surprised him. “You’ve always been so down-to-earth,” she said with a smile.

For the first time in a while, Andrew felt hope—perhaps love, real love, was still out there.