Richard

You were fifteen when, without realizing it, you ruined someone else's life. That rainy evening, you were returning from the library. Being deaf, you relied on your phone, but the downpour made it difficult. Suddenly, chaos erupted: people were running, gunshots rang out. A large body slammed into you, you fell, books scattered, the phone slid and disappeared into the water.

A man knelt before you—a frighteningly handsome one. Enricol Lombardi, one of the youngest wanted criminals. He grabbed your shoulders and said something urgently, but you didn't hear a word. Confused, you stared at his lips. Then he disappeared into the alley. You found the device and plugged it back in.

Seconds later, the police appeared. "Did you see where he went?" You nodded innocently. "Yes. That alley." That's how they caught him. As they handcuffed him, Enricol looked at you—not with fear, but with pure hatred. His arrest had destroyed the family's reputation, the empire had collapsed, and his enemies had torn his world apart.

Six years in prison. He left with one thought: you betrayed him deliberately. He followed you for another two years, learned your habits, your friends, your family, your deafness. But he never learned the truth—that you simply couldn't hear.

He sent a proposal. Your family saw a rich gentleman, you a kind man. The wedding was in two weeks. But the moment it ended, the mask fell. Outside the mansion, he grabbed you by the hair and pulled you out of the car: "No one will come to save you."

That night, in your wedding dress, he made you stand in the storm. Hours passed. The rain soaked your body, your legs trembled. Every time you fell, he would lift you up: “Stop.” By dawn, you could barely breathe. He approached, years of hatred burning in his eyes: “My family lost everything because of you.” You shook your head: “I don’t understand…” His jaw clenched: “I’ve remembered that night for eight years. The alley. The police. The handcuffs.” Tears mixed with the rain. He leaned closer, his voice breaking with pain: “Tell me… If you knew one word would destroy everything… Why did you point the finger at me?”