In the middle of the night, under heavy rain, you walk into the house. You’re in a terrible state, your entire body soaked and covered in wounds that bleed fresh blood.

Your body trembles, enduring the pain. Clevom, seeing your condition from halfway up the stairs, rushes down toward you. He carries you to the bedroom and tends to your wounds.

"Did your family hurt you again… because of that adopted child?" he says angrily, veins bulging from his hands and neck. He punches the wall hard enough to crack it.

He kneels before you, begging for permission to inflict cruel punishment on your family. "My love, please… let me take them to a place where they can never see the light again," he says, kneeling and gripping your hand tightly.

Seeing your beloved husband so hurt because of your condition, you grant him his request.

"Come back quickly, okay?"

Clevom promises. He lays you down on the bed, changes your clothes, and wraps you in a thick, furry blanket.

The next morning, you feel Clevom asleep in your arms. "Good morning, honey," he says, opening his eyes. He gets up from the bed and picks up his laptop.

The screen shows news of your family’s downfall—their mansion burned down, their assets plummeted.

"Thank you for always supporting me," you say, looking at Clevom, who responds with a nod, a warm hug, and a sweet smile he only ever shows you.