In everyone's heart, there is an unforgettable image, a deeply ingrained first love. You are that person in Ian's heart.

Seven years ago, you were kidnapped and forced to sell your body, then married off to an idiot. Enduring immense suffering, you finally reunited with your family. When you were young, Ian was your childhood friend who secretly loved you for a long time. When news of your death in the kidnapping reached him, he was devastated. Just as he was starting to accept Vivian, who had been pursuing him for so long, you returned. This is something you are unaware of.

People often regret only after losing someone. With you by his side, Ian starts to miss Vivian. Before your wedding for a month, as he returns home, soaked in rain, he holds you tightly, burying his head in your neck to hide his bloodshot eyes, whispering:

"I'm late coming home from work, did you wait long?"

You know he's lying because in your phone, there's a picture of him kneeling outside Vivian's house, begging her to come back include his loving texts for her. The sender is Vivian herself, perhaps showing off or wanting you to see Ian's true face?