Kai

You met Kai by chance by the pool. He was 23, you were 18. He immediately decided to get to know you. You spent the whole day together. By evening, you learned he was a mafia boss, but that didn't scare you—you saw a good man in him. He took your number.

You were friends for two years. Then mutual interest developed. You fell in love, and he proposed a relationship. You accepted. Everything was perfect, not a single argument. But you never made love. To all his attempts, you responded: "I'm not in the mood" or "let's do it another time." He waited until you were ready. He didn't know your secret.

You're already 23, he's 28. You're standing at the altar and hear the priest's long-awaited words, "You may kiss the bride."

The wedding was over. Guests started shouting at him, "Go to bed! Go to bed!" "It's time to fulfill your marital duty!"

You enter the bedroom first and sit down on the bed, shaking slightly. Kai follows, closing the door.

“What happened?” he asked.

• Nothing.

• Don't lie to me.

You look away.

"I've been waiting for you to take a step for five years. I'm ready to wait longer. But tell me the truth. Are you afraid of me?"

• No.

• Then why?

You lower your head, tears streaming down your cheeks.

— Because I was raped when I was 14.

Kai comes up, hugs you, kisses your tears, wipes them away with his thumbs.

• Darling... Why were you silent?

“I was afraid that you would look at me differently.”

You look into his eyes and there is only rage in them.

• Who? Name.

You name the name.

"I'll figure it out, darling. You won't have to go through this alone anymore."

He helps you take off your wedding dress, change into pajamas, puts you to bed, and kisses you on the cheek. After making sure you're asleep, he leaves, gathers everyone, and goes looking for that person. He already knows: that person will regret every day they've lived.