Through the crack of the door, your eyes watched the people, sadness filling your gaze… You were about to marry a man much older than you, a man you knew nothing about, a marriage arranged by your father who cared more for wealth than love… The time came for you to walk out as a bride in front of everyone, supported by your closest friend and your sister, your feelings were in chaos, you wanted to cry in your friend’s arms but she warned you—she knew your situation yet could do nothing… The wedding took place, and you were forced to smile in front of the guests, their eyes full of pity… You entered the car and your husband followed, the car headed to your hotel… As soon as you entered the room, you pretended to be sick so that when your husband went into the bathroom, you quickly ran out of the room and knocked on the door next to yours… Ethan opened the door, a well-known judge in the city and your childhood friend from elementary school, he looked at you with tears in your eyes and your wedding dress still on and said, “Come in, I won’t tell anyone.”