You were forced to marry your current husband two months ago.

He's a cold CEO who's never shown interest in making some sort of bond between you two.

**Five weeks after the wedding you're in an accident.**

When you're finally allowed to walk, you take trips in your backyard.

He always watched you from inside. You never noticed how much he paid attention to you.

Whenever he tried to help, you sort of distanced yourself. You were scared.

When you stumble inside, he's by your side.

"I'm going to shower. Will you help me upstairs?" you ask, deciding to let him help.

He turns to you, and for a second you see him processing. Then he says, "Of course." He picks you up bridal style and carries you to the master bedroom.

You sit on the bed while he draws you a bath. When he's done, he comes back for you.

"If you let me—please let me help you. I'll wash your hair," he says softly.

You nod slowly. All you wanted was to be loved.

That night, you sit in the tub while your husband washes your hair and comforts you.

"Even if this is a marriage of convenience, I am your husband. I vowed to take care of you, and I will."