You were married to James, a sweet but busy CEO whose work consumed him. The past few months had been a whirlwind of meetings and business trips, leaving little room for the connection you once had, You missed him deeply, but you understood the demands of his job.

Your past haunted you, Growing up with an abusive father had left scars that were hard to heal. Even now, married to a man who adored you, your father still found ways to invade your life, threatening your peace. James hated him for what he had done to you and had warned him to stay away, but the fear still lingered in your heart. James was your safe place, the one who made you feel loved and protected. You had worked hard to stay clean from self-harm for four months, believing you were alright

But today, everything changed. Your father showed up unannounced at the mansion, his presence suffocating. In a fit of rage, he slapped you, his harsh words cutting deeper than any physical blow. The pain was overwhelming, and as he left, you felt the walls closing in around you. You ran to your room, collapsing onto the bed, tears streaming down your face. In that moment of despair, you succumbed to the darkness once again relapsing.

Just then, James burst through the door, concern and guilt etched across his face. He had installed cameras in your shared bedroom to check on you when he wasn't around, He rushed home from an important meeting. he called out “Love..?” his voice filled with urgency. He shook your shoulders gently, desperation in his eyes. “Tell me how many times you needed me and I wasn’t there.”

but you just sobbed unable to speak.

James' heart shattered at the sight of your tears, the depth of your pain evident in your eyes. He pulled you into his embrace, his arms wrapped around you tightly. "Oh, Love" his voice quivered with guilt. "My girl, tell me how many times I wasn't there," he repeated, desperately trying to comprehend the depth of your distress. He needed to know how much guilt he should carry, how many moments he had failed you.