Under My Wife Spell

Chapter 1

I am Mr. Luthrode, and I ask that you kindly refrain from laughing at my name, as it carries the weight of my life story. Before I achieved the status of a billionaire and became the owner of a thriving tech company, my journey began in humble beginnings. I was born and raised in a small town, where my parent's house was scarcely larger than a hut, and its rooms could hardly compare to the spaciousness of today's modern apartments.

As a child, I found contentment in the simplicity of life. My parents, though they had little in terms of material wealth, bestowed upon me an abundance of love and care, for I was their firstborn and the apple of their eye.

Upon reaching the age of six, my parents made the crucial decision to send me to school in pursuit of my dream to become a successful businessman. My father, a firm believer that a strong educational foundation is essential for such aspirations, often emphasized the importance of academic excellence. At that tender age, I wholeheartedly embraced his perspective and resolved to excel.

However, as fate would have it, when the results of my primary education were revealed, I was met with the harsh reality of failure. It was a disheartening setback, but little did I know that this would be just one chapter in my journey towards success.

My father's disappointment in my academic setback weighed heavily on me. His belief that a successful businessman needed to excel in his studies left me feeling as though my dreams of achieving that success had been shattered. At the age of 17, failing to pass my primary examination seemed like a definitive end to my aspirations.

In the face of this adversity, I found myself in a position where hard labor became my only option. The path I had envisioned for myself had taken an unexpected turn, and I had to adapt to a different reality. Little did I know that this period of hard work and resilience would become a crucial chapter in my journey toward eventual success.

I recall a vivid memory from my time in sixth grade. I met a girl, both of us just children at that time. She stood out for her brightness, and it seemed that most of our teachers held her in high regard, electing her as our class monitor. However, despite her intelligence, she had a stubborn streak, especially when it came to maintaining discipline in the classroom.

To my chagrin, whenever our class got a bit rowdy, she would diligently jot down the names of the noisy students and send the list to the headteacher. Much to my dismay, my name often found its place on that list. In those moments, I couldn't help but harbor a strong dislike for her.

As fate would have it, when we entered class seven, she remained as stubborn as ever, but by sheer luck, I was elected as the class monitor, with her as my monitress. Despite my taller stature, we found ourselves sharing desks as class leaders. However, a persistent challenge continued to haunt me. I consistently ranked last among my peers in tests and exams, earning me the nickname 'Last man.'

But I carried myself with pride, responding to their taunts with a saying of my own: "I am the Last man who stands first in the mirror." Although they laughed at my retort, little did they know that this determination would lead me on a path to extraordinary success. Today, it's not a boast from me, but rather an acknowledgment by Forbes, declaring me the wealthiest individual in my country.

It's a delightful twist in my life's story that the girl who once served as my monitress, Jasmine, has now become my wife. The name Jasmine itself is associated with the beauty of a flower, and indeed, she is as lovely as her namesake. However, as the saying goes, even a beautiful flower can have its thorns. In Jasmine's case, her youthful stubbornness has stayed with her, making her as determined and resilient as a thorn, even as she blossoms with beauty.

It's intriguing how fate can intertwine our lives in unexpected ways. During my time working as a mechanic in my uncle's garage, a car named Corolla came in with carburetor issues. I wasted no time in fixing it efficiently. Little did I know that the owner of the car was none other than Jasmine, the girl who had once taunted me with the nickname "Last one."

As she stepped out of her car, she greeted me with that very name. I swiftly responded, expressing my dislike for that label. "I am Mr. Luthrode, and I am a mechanic," I stated firmly, determined to assert my identity. This encounter marked the beginning of a significant chapter in our story.

Following our chance encounter, Jasmine shared with me that she was a university student pursuing a degree in education. At that time, my focus was far removed from academic pursuits, and I didn't pay much heed to her educational aspirations. Our paths had diverged significantly, with Jasmine dedicated to her studies while I remained entrenched in the world of mechanics and hard work.

One day, while I was taking a moment to relax in the shade of my uncle's garage, I was abruptly startled by the sound of a horn. As I rose to my feet, expecting it to be related to work, I was surprised to find that it was Jasmine once again. Her persistence puzzled me, and I couldn't help but wonder why she kept seeking my company.

As she began to speak, she shared her happiness at being close to me. In that moment, I was a young man who had never truly experienced the presence of a woman up close. When she unexpectedly hugged me right there in my uncle's garage, an electric sensation surged through me, from the tips of my toes to my brain. It was a feeling unlike anything I had ever encountered before, and I found myself questioning its meaning.

It became evident that Jasmine had carried a deep and enduring love for me since our childhood, and as I reflected on my own feelings, I realized that my affection for her had also been present since our early years. However, due to my insecurities about my academic performance, I had maintained a distance from her during our youth. But as we reconnected and our feelings for each other grew stronger, we both found ourselves in a love that had matured with time, transcending the boundaries of our youthful days.

The memory of our wedding day, a Wednesday to be precise, remains etched in my mind. Jasmine had secured a position as a Mathematics teacher at Kingsley High School, and I, a humble mechanic, decided to join our lives in a union of love and commitment. I can vividly recall the moment in church when the pastor held the scripture, and Jasmine, with a smile on her face, confidently said, "I do." It felt like a dream, but in that moment, she became not just a dream, but a cherished reality, forever mine.

In the days following our marriage, Jasmine established a routine of waking up early. However, rather than engaging in traditional gender roles, she would wake me up and divide the morning tasks equally between us. It was quite unconventional, as I, her husband, would often find myself assigned to tasks like mopping the house, while she took charge of preparing breakfast. On occasion, I would take on the responsibility of breakfast preparation, while she focused on maintaining cleanliness.

Adapting to this new dynamic wasn't always easy, but I faced it as a man, understanding that our partnership was built on mutual respect and a shared commitment to our life together. I chose to embrace this unique approach to our daily responsibilities, even though it was unconventional by societal standards.

It seems that Jasmine's passion for mathematics and teaching extended beyond the classroom, even into our home life. On one particular day, as I continued to work in the garage, she called me and urged me to hurry. To my surprise, she presented me with a mathematical quiz. I couldn't help but wonder why she saw me as her student rather than her husband.

I voiced my confusion, but her soothing voice and warm touch on my chest encouraged me to take the quiz. Unfortunately, I ended up failing it. Little did I know that this seemingly playful act was just the beginning of her efforts to help me become a successful businessman, and it all started with a simple mathematical quiz.