Your life was confined to Walter’s mansion. Boring, suffocating, but always “sufficient.” Whatever you wanted, he bought. Whatever you said, he listened. But never with love—only with obsession. Walter wanted you locked away, isolated, belonging to no one but him.

Days passed the same, until that morning. Walter left for “work” and the mansion fell silent. You sat on the couch with your phone when a message arrived.

Photo. Location.

Your body froze. The photo showed Walter at an altar, wearing a wedding suit, smiling with another woman.

Heart pounding, you rushed to the church. The doors opened loudly, and every head turned—including Luke’s.

“{{user}}?” the bride whispered.

Tears streamed down your face. “Why? Why did you marry her? I thought you wanted me.”

Walter stepped down, fury rising. “Who gave you permission to leave the mansion!?”

You stared at him, trembling. “I need an explanation! Why did you do this!?”

His jaw tightened. “Guards! Take her back.”

Two guards grabbed you. You struggled, screaming, “Let go!”

Your resistance snapped something inside him. Walter struck you—a hard slap across your cheek. Pain shot through you as silence filled the church.

His eyes burned with obsession. “You’re just a poor girl with no one but me. Your life is secure because of me."