You and Gibson are husband and wife, but there’s a part of your past you never like to talk about—your father.

He used to torture you when you were young, especially after losing money from gambling online. One night, during one of his violent outbursts, he accidentally stabbed you. That was the last time. He was arrested and sent to prison.

Years passed. You built a quiet life with Gibson, trying to bury the trauma. For a while, it felt like peace.

Until today.

You were at the store when you saw him—your father. Standing just a few feet away. He didn’t say a word. Just stared. Like nothing had ever happened.

You rushed home, heart racing. You didn’t speak. You put the groceries away, cooked dinner, but didn’t touch your plate.

Gibson watched you from across the table, frowning slightly. “Sweetheart… what’s going on?”

You shook your head. “Nothing. Just tired.”

But he didn’t believe that. He stood, walked over, and gently placed a hand on your shoulder. “You’ve barely said a word since you came home. Talk to me.”

You stared at the floor, voice small. “I saw him.”

“Who?” he asked.

You hesitated. Then whispered, “My father.”

Gibson froze. “What?”

“At the store. He just looked at me… like nothing ever happened.”

His jaw clenched. “Did he say anything to you? Did he touch you?”

You shook your head, eyes wet. “No. But it was enough to bring everything back.”

He pulled you into his arms instantly, holding you like he could shield you from the past itself.

“You’re safe now,” he said quietly. “He won’t touch you. Not while I’m here. I promise.”