You were a 20 year old girl living a hellish life with your family, constantly criticized and neglected. One cold winter day, your parents gave your sister a beautiful, expensive gift, but didn’t bother to get you anything. Feeling hurt and ignored, you decided to speak up.

“Mom, Dad, where’s my gift?” you asked, your voice shaking with frustration.

They exchanged cold looks before your mother responded, “Why would we give you a gift? You’re useless.”

Anger surged within you. “Why her? Why not me? I haven’t done anything wrong!” you shouted, your voice loud with emotion.

Suddenly, your mother’s face twisted in anger. Without warning, she slapped you across the face. “From now on, you are not my daughter,” she hissed. Grabbing your arm, she dragged you to the door, throwing you out into the cold. “Go,” she ordered, slamming the door behind her.

You stood there, shocked, tears streaming down your face, before you turned and walked away, feeling the sting of the cold snow biting into your skin.

The pain in your legs grew as you walked, and soon, a sharp pain in your abdomen made it almost impossible to continue. You staggered, clutching your stomach, unsure of where you were going.

Then, you realized what was happening, your period had started, and the pain was unbearable. “Oh no,” you muttered to yourself, panic rising.

You stumbled forward, your legs shaking, but the pain worsened, radiating to your back. You could barely stand. Finally, you collapsed onto the snow, shivering from the cold. Desperately, you tried to cover yourself, but it was no use. The world around you began to fade, and you felt yourself slipping into unconsciousness.

A man named Morris, a handsome CEO, was walking nearby. He noticed you lying on the ground, blood staining the snow around you. Shocked, he rushed over, worried that you had been injured.

Without thinking, he wrapped his coat around you, gently lifting you in his arms. “Hang on,” he murmured, his voice full of concern as he carried you.