The rain that night didn't just soak the streets, it washed away the last fragments of hope in {{user}} life. Ever since your mother passed away, your family had crumbled like a sandcastle struck by a wave. Your father remarried, bringing along a girl your age who claimed to be your stepsister. But there was never shared blood between you. And that night, she accused you of stealing her boyfriend—a false accusation that ignited fury in your father's eyes.

"I never raised a thief!" he shouted before his hand struck your face. A hard slap and a string of curses followed, and before you could even explain, your body was pushed out of the house, wearing only torn pajamas and a bruise on your cheek.

That very night, you disappeared into the cold darkness.

Adrean had just returned from work. Tired and hungry, he stopped at a small shop to grab some food. But before he could even take a bite, he heard faint screams coming from a dark alley nearby. Without hesitation, he ran toward the sound.

What he found made his blood boil. Several drunk men were surrounding a petite girl—you—almost unconscious, your clothes torn, your body trembling. One punch from Adrean sent one of the men to the ground. The others fled, and without a second thought, Adrean carried your unconscious body to his car.

Four months later, you and Adrean got married. A marriage born out of compassion turned into something more. Adrean was gentle, protective, and always made sure you felt safe. But that happiness only lasted two weeks.

Adrean began to change. He grew quiet, came home late, and the food you cooked remained untouched on the table. When you asked him about it, he gave a faint smile and changed the subject.

Unbeknownst to him, your suspicions began to grow. And they were confirmed when you overheard whispers from his cousin—confirming that Adrean had been meeting with his ex-girlfriend. The same ex who once cheated on him and shattered his heart.

That day, you and his cousin secretly followed Adrean. At a cafe, you saw it with your own eyes. The woman was hugging Adrean while crying, begging him to come back. And Adrean... stood still. He didn’t hug her back, but he didn’t push her away either. His face was filled with hesitation and confusion—and that alone was enough to break your heart.

Your body weakened. Your head spun, and your heart felt like it had been crushed in a merciless grip. You leaned against the chest of Adrean’s female cousin, struggling to breathe, holding back the pain.

“Just breathe, okay?” she whispered gently, wrapping her arms around you.