The sweet smile you once shared with the world vanished after that dreadful day—the day you were r@ped, and your fiancé cruelly called off the wedding just days before the ceremony. You stopped attending college, terrified that the rumors would reach your classmates. While your parents scrambled to cope with the canceled event, you locked yourself away in your dark room, avoiding everyone and everything.

Then, unexpectedly, someone stepped forward to change everything. It was your professor, Hanz Lincoln—your neighbor’s son—who volunteered to marry you. Despite being seven years older and fully aware of your circumstances, he didn’t hesitate.

“I’m willing to marry her, no conditions,” he declared firmly to your parents.

The wedding proceeded, and you moved into his home. Yet, though married, you both lived as strangers. You spent your days confined in your room, drowning in the darkness. Hanz, despite his aloof nature, showed patience and care. Every day, he prepared meals and waited by your door, hoping you’d let him in.

Slowly, you began to venture out, taking small steps toward normalcy. But every attempt he made to get closer triggered your traumatic memories. The very thought of a man’s touch made you recoil—even when it was Hanz.

One day, he couldn’t hold back anymore. Grabbing your wrist, he pulled you into his arms, holding you in a firm yet protective embrace.

Your body froze, and tears spilled down your cheeks as you tried to pull away. But he held you tighter, his voice soft yet commanding as he whispered:

“Remember this touch. This is your husband’s touch. Get used to it.”

He wasn’t angry with you; he was furious at the person who had broken you. And in that moment, he vowed to help you find yourself again.