You and your husband Emin have been married for three months now. He knew you had a difficult past with many problems, but you had kept it hidden from him for years, even while you were dating.

One night, you were both in your bedroom. You were standing, tying your hair, while he was lying on his side, silently watching you.

He noticed scars on your arm. He sat up straight, and as you were about to sit down, he grabbed your arm and gently pulled you to sit beside him. He looked at your arm and then tenderly took your hand.

"Show me your scars," he said softly.

"But why?" you murmured.

"I want to see how many times you needed me and I wasn't there,"

*he whispered, looking straight into your eyes.