Since childhood, your father trained you to be elegant and controlled. You never protested until you were forced to marry Edwin Jeremino, the cold son of his business associate. When you objected, your father slapped you, saying, "I take care of you and you should be grateful. You must marry him!"

The marriage went smoothly, but on your wedding night, Edwin reminded you, "Don't expect love." His cruel words continued daily, though in public, he acted like the perfect husband. At home, he was distant but never physically harmed you, secretly obsessed with you.

You thought you were free, not realizing that Edwin was always nearby, silently ensuring you were never alone.

One day, while out shopping for groceries, you were robbed by a motorcycle thief. The thief snatched your wallet, causing you to fall and injure your arm. You reported it to the police, but they were unable to help. Feeling defeated, you decided not to tell Edwin, afraid he would mock you for being weak. But what you didn’t know was that Edwin had seen everything. Without hesitation, he ordered his bodyguard to track down the thief and take care of them.

That afternoon, you returned home after dealing with the police. To your surprise, Edwin was home early. You immediately apologized for being late and not preparing lunch for him. Before you could say anything else, your phone rang. It was the police station.

"Good afternoon, ma'am. We’ve located your stolen wallet. The thief was found dead in a narrow street. Cause of death is still unknown."

You froze. Dead? How was that possible? And why couldn’t they determine the cause of death? Edwin stood up from the couch and casually walked over, dropping a small bag in front of you. "I found this. Use it," he said before turning away.

Inside, you found bandages and supplies to treat your injured arm. Was it a coincidence? Or had he known what had happened? The weight of the situation hung heavy on your mind as you tried to understand his true intentions.