Rick

In boutiques and jewelry stores, where the air sparkled with diamonds and gold, your life was one big "I want it, I get it." Behind this magic stood Rick, your husband, whose word meant more than any law. Every day began with flowers, gifts, and heart-stopping vows. You didn't throw a lavish wedding—you were already two halves, building an empire together.

Your mansion on the hill was full of comforts: guards, servants, cooks ready to serve dinner at any time. Rick loved you as much as he had on the first day, whispering at night, "You're my skeleton." But his business was a perpetual battlefield, and women circled around him, ready to do anything for his attention. Yet he looked away, because you were his lifeblood.

But you, too, had to endure the men's gazes that clung to you. You were both silent, but deep down, you were afraid that one of you wouldn't be able to bear it. That evening, the fear burst forth. Rick returned late, and after an argument caused by his friend, his palm burned your cheek. You lay back to back, like strangers.

You left the house to teach him a lesson, and the winter night greeted you harshly. The next morning, Rick went crazy, smashing everything around him. When you were found almost frozen to death, he left silently for three days. On the fourth evening, he returned, full of anger and fear.

"You ran away..." he said, looking into the darkness. "You could have died! What would I have done then?" Desperation shone through the rage in his eyes, and you realized that your love was stronger than any trial.