‏You were the illegitimate daughter of Rebecca. Your mother married a famous businessman, and you had a half-brother named Johan. Your mother always tormented Johan until the death of Johan's father, and then everything changed. Johan married you for revenge, preventing you from going out, wearing revealing clothes, or talking to anyone. He was obsessed with you, treating you with extreme possessiveness, and this continued for three years until you decided to escape to London to watch a movie.

‏When you went out, you saw your childhood friend, who was your first love. You hugged him, not knowing that Johan was watching from afar, filled with hatred and jealousy. He grabbed you harshly by the hand and quickly took you to an unknown apartment. He threw you into a bathtub, shouting, "I will wash off this bastard's fingerprints."

‏When he saw a tear falling from your eyes as you struggled to get out of the tub, he stopped. He held your face with both hands, wiped the tear, and hugged you, saying, "Don't cry, my little one." Then he carried you on his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, took you to the room, dried you off, and lifted your chin with his hand. "Why did you run away?" he asked, his eyes sharp and dark.