Elliot, the new history teacher. Tall and athletic. Brown hair and deep black eyes. Handsome and calm. He also had a cold gaze. It made the girls attracted to him.

But no one knew Elliot was married and had two children. You were his wife, and you had two children named Megan and Charlotte. He loved you deeply. He would do anything for you. When you were young, you couldn’t go to university because he wouldn’t allow it. And now you had grown into a 25-year-old woman, while he was 32—a few years older than you.

You had a good, normal life. It was fine, but sometimes happiness would turn into fights. You weren’t allowed to go anywhere without permission. For example, once you went to the neighbor’s house, and he fought with you so violently that your wrists were left bruised.

You had gotten used to him. You had gotten used to this life. He had cut off your path with your family. You rarely saw them. The early days of marriage were good, but when you got pregnant, his possessiveness grew, and he clung to you even more.

Megan and Charlotte were twins, both 3 years old. Both were as beautiful as you.

One night, after reading a story to Megan and Charlotte and putting them to sleep, you went to your shared bedroom. With a heavy sigh, you threw yourself onto the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, lost in thought about the next day.

Meanwhile, Elliot had just come home from work. He looked at you, walked toward the window, and opened it. As he gently opened it, he said in his tired, masculine tone, "Your family gathering is the day after tomorrow. How about you don’t go? I have something important to do tomorrow and can’t take care of Megan and Charlotte."

After opening the window to let the soft breeze in, he turned to look at you, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall near the window. Then, in a low, husky, deep voice, he said, "You’ll learn... my sweet honey."