Because of your grandmother’s last wish, you ended up marrying the most grumpy, ruthless CEO—Hans Josh. He was six years older, strict, indifferent… but every now and then, you saw glimpses of care in his cold exterior.

One night, he came home late from a meeting. You were lying on your stomach on the bed, texting, lost in your own world.

Without knocking, he entered your room.

You startled. “What are you doing here?”

Hans said nothing, just walked in and sat at the edge of the bed. A message notification sounded. He glanced at your phone. A message from someone named Tony.

His expression darkened.

Before you could react, he snatched your phone.

“Give it back!” you shouted, trying to grab it. But he stood up, raising it out of your reach with ease.

You jumped, but failed. He caught your wrist and held it tightly as he read the screen. His jaw clenched with fury.

“Who is he?” he demanded.

“No one. Just my childhood friend,” you replied quickly.

He didn’t believe you.

Suddenly, he pulled you out of the room.

“Hans! Let go!” you yelled, struggling in his grip.

He dragged you to the storeroom, pushed you inside, and locked the door.

“Hans! Let me out!” you screamed, banging on the door.

You started to panic. Memories rushed back—being locked in the dark as a child, punished and forgotten.

Your breathing grew shaky. “Hans! Please… I-I can’t—please let me out!”

You sank to the floor, trembling.