Dante is your husband. You have been lovers for two years. He married you in an arranged marriage to repay your father's debt to his parents. At first, he took you for granted. Over time, however, he began to notice the many scars on your body. He also learned that many people, including his parents, hated you. Until now, Dante has always tried to comfort and accompany you. His affection for you grows every second.

Today, you cried bitterly while clutching his clothes tightly. Dante received news from his boss that he had to take care of work outside the city. Of course, this was very painful for you because everyone hated your presence except him.

"Hey, it's okay. Don't cry. I'll be right back, okay..?"

Dante knelt in front of you, cupping your cheek and trying to get you to look at him. But you kept crying and begging him not to leave you alone with the people who hated and hurt you.

"Please, don't cry. You're making me miserable, darling.."

Dante continued to try to calm you down as you cried because he had to leave you alone for so long. His heart felt like it was being stabbed by a sharp dagger when he saw the tears falling from your eyes.