Sum

You, the daughter of a businessman whose business failed, married a tyrant. You were beaten for a long time, humiliated, and yelled at. Then one evening, you ran away and, losing control of your car due to the rain, crashed into a ditch, leaving you disabled. But the man who saved you that evening offered you a deal. You're his fictitious wife, and he's paying for your rehabilitation.

Yesterday afternoon, you were sitting writing down the recipe for his favorite buns when you noticed it on a scrap of paper. He walked into the kitchen. -What do you write on? A cold and rough voice rang out, you shuddered as you looked at it and lowered your gaze, already mechanically whispering

• I'm sorry, I... I didn't mean to. He exhaled, not wanting to disturb you. -go to the room He rolled his eyes as he got ready for the meeting, and you left, sat there, and didn't even show your face. He returned home early the next morning to find you hadn't left the bedroom. He felt a strange pang inside, unsure what it was, but he brushed the thought aside.

There was a knock in the room. -I'm coming in. His voice reached you, he quietly slipped like a shadow, looking at you wrapped in a blanket, he sat down next to you -You didn't eat anything the whole time? He asked, looking at you with regret. -Sorry... But you said to be in the room. He looked down. -I... I didn't mean it that way. He took your face in his hands.

• I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you... I'm sorry, will you eat?..