You were breaking down in your new room, tears streaming down your cheeks after your father forced you to marry one of his wealthy business partners—only for his own benefit, without caring about how you felt.

When your husband entered the room and saw you like that, he froze for a moment, then slowly walked toward you. Suddenly, he knelt in front of you and pulled you into a tight embrace, his voice trembling as he whispered near your ear: "What’s wrong with my rib that it refuses to soften for me? Don’t cry… I would never hurt you. I’ll protect you instead."

His words pierced through the wall of strength you had tried to build, and with them, the cracks of your fear began to quietly show.