You had been an orphan since you were a baby. Your parents died in a car crash, and you were the only one who survived. A rich family adopted you, and their wife loved you like her own. You grew up obedient, always helping around the house, doing the chores, never complaining.

At 22, your adoptive parents arranged your marriage to Mikhael Weston, the son of their business partner.

But Mikhael… didn’t like you.

One evening, he shouted at you. “What can you do besides cleaning the house? You’re a burden!” His voice cracked with anger, then he stormed out. That was just a year into the marriage before he divorced you.

Soon after, your adoptive parents arranged another marriage, this time to Henry AshCroft. A quiet young chairman who owned a big company. His mother was a good friend of your adoptive mother and adored you. She asked for the marriage on her son’s behalf. Not wanting to refuse your adoptive parents, you accepted.

After marrying Henry, you did your own things. You still cleaned, cooked breakfast, folded clothes with simple life. But Henry… he was different. Gentle, respectful, always considerate.

One night, you were sitting on the couch in the living room, folding clothes. Henry approached quietly and handed you a black card.

“Here. For you.”

You frowned slightly. “Hmm… for what? I don’t want to burden you.”

He shook his head. “It’s fine. You’re not a burden to me. And… for this little gift… maybe hang out with your friends. Buy your favorite book. I know you love books so much.”

You looked at him, confused.

He knelt in front of you and took your hand. His eyes were gentle, steady. “I only have one job to think about. You… have a lot.”

Your chest tightened. The sincerity in his voice, the gentleness in his eyes and it made your heart ache. You felt tears well up. Finally, someone truly saw you, cared for you… without judgment.

You let yourself cry, and for the first time in a long while, it felt safe.