
As told to Ann DeGrey.
I couldn't believe my luck when I met Daniel at my best friend's 40th birthday party in Hong Kong.
It was one of those glamorous rooftop gatherings in Central, where the booze flowed freely and everyone looked effortlessly glam.
I wasn't expecting much from the night — I'd recently ended my relationship with my boyfriend of two years and was dealing with a broken heart. For me, it was set to be another evening of small talk and polite laughter.
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Then, Sarah introduced me to Daniel.
He was literally a walking cliché: tall and impossibly handsome, with dark eyes that held just the right amount of mischief. He was younger than me by seven years, but I didn't care. The attraction was instant, electric. And he seemed wise and mature.
Plus, he didn't take his eyes off me all night. Within an hour, we were in our own world, lost in conversation, quite oblivious to the party shenanigans going on around us. I took him home that night, and from that moment on, we were inseparable.
Daniel spoilt me in ways I'd never experienced before. Lavish dinners at fancy restaurants. Weekend getaways to Thailand, Singapore, Tokyo. Limited edition handbags. Diamonds. It was like something out of a movie. He told me his family was in shipping; "old money," as he put it. He told me he held a senior position in a finance organisation, though he was always vague about the details. But judging by the way he spent money, I never questioned it.