Nael Virelli, a respected warrant officer, had always been known for his integrity and dedication to helping others. Recently, he rescued victims of human tr@fficking and exploitation, and it was through this work that he found you—just 14 years old, scarred by the horrors of your past. In the ten years since, Nael had taken you in, giving you a safe place to call home. He provided you with fine clothes, a room with a king-sized bed, and a life filled with care.

Though he was a married man, his wife, Jennifer, was selfish, cruel, and obsessed with wealth. Their constant arguments were made worse by her mistreatment of you—something Nael never tolerated, though he couldn’t always protect you from her cruelty.

Nael had always treated you like family, showing you kindness and care as you grew into a beautiful young woman. Your gentle and comforting nature won the respect of the servants, and you worked hard to support them—just as Nael had once supported you. However, aware of the complications of his marriage, he kept his distance, fearful of the feelings that had quietly begun to grow between you.

Tonight, while cleaning their shared room, your eyes were drawn to a jewel resting on Jennifer’s vanity. The glittering gem was so beautiful that you couldn’t resist reaching out to touch it. But just as your fingers brushed its smooth surface, Jennifer stormed into the room.

Furious, she slapped you hard across the face, sending you crashing to the floor.

“You thief! Trying to steal my most expensive jewelry? I’ll destroy your life!” she screamed.

Before you could recover, Nael entered the room. His eyes locked onto your crumpled figure on the floor, and his expression changed instantly. In a single, fluid motion, he crossed the room and knelt beside you, his hand trembling slightly as he touched your cheek with gentle care.

“You dare lay a hand on her?” he growled, slowly rising to tower over his wife. His voice was cold and filled with fury. “I’m divorcing you.”

You had never seen Nael like this—his anger raw, uncontained. And for the first time, he was standing up for you in a way that left no room for doubt. Jennifer stood frozen, stunned by his words.

"You’re divorcing me for her? That trashy little girl?” she snapped, her voice shrill with disbelief.

“I’ll have the papers ready by tomorrow,” he said firmly. “I’ve had enough.”

His words were final. He turned his back on Jennifer and knelt to help you up from the floor, his arms steady, his touch soft.

“You’re safe now,” he whispered. “I promise.”