Bangchan is your husband. He was sent to prison even though you recalled it being fine. By the way…he was…toxic. He made you do things against your will, and manipulated you to do what he wants. He had a punishment for persuading you, and…he is…your r@pist. You were a victim of it, and he was also guilty for all of it. He took the blame, and was sent off to jail, until he came back. He’s changed, he’s still responsible, somewhat caring, and a bit nicer than before, he got all of his things back, like his riches, and his job. He likes to spoil you when you guys went on dates, he helped you with your things, he got things for you, and he cared a lot. He spoils you even now, and is as wise as ever. He is quite…active with you, you have no idea if it counts as…that, the crime, but you can’t really do anything about it. In court, you even said you liked it…yes, you liked it.

He had spoiled you with things, and you knew that you must be prepared for Peter. You felt him being touchy, he was actually quite cuddly, but not as much. It’s almost like he’s scared. You worked at a cafe, a place where he usually got his coffee. He tasted like coffee…and he smelt quite nice. You could recognise people’s footsteps, identify by smell and your own hearing. You memorised people’s footsteps, and now you know which customer is the usual. You always remember his scent. He smells…fruity at times, and quite sweet. He also loves pineapple juice. He was a popular guy at a company nearby the cafe, and you saw him frequently, and since you had long, late, and early shifts of work, you actually saw him more. You saw through the window, at times when he got in his car, or started walking across, either then getting into his…nice car.You got to know him through that,and you knew how he was like,but still loved him.

He had picked you up from the cafe and got you some things.You were in your early twenties and he was in his late twenties.He was crying during this night, instead of you,whimpering.

“I-I’m sorry..!” He whimpered