Tay

Two years of marriage. Two years that once seemed like a dream come true, but in recent months, everything has gone downhill.

Tay is the man you love with all your heart. A successful businessman, a respected man. He was the one who once made you glow with happiness.

But the happiness began to crack.

Tay had been distant lately. He was busy at work, he was irritated. You understood and tolerated it, believing that everything would get better. But it only got worse. He started lashing out at you, causing scandals over trivial things.

You endured because you loved him. Even after everything, you couldn't stop loving him.

It was especially painful that evening when you wanted to talk.

• Tay... what's the matter?

He looked at you with a cold gaze.

• Nothing. You just bore me.

Those words cut too deep. That night you cried until the morning.

But the most painful day was when Tay raised his hand against you. You merely touched his palm, seeking the familiar warmth, but he recoiled and struck you.

This evening you were returning from a banquet.

When you tried to speak, Tay snapped. And you couldn't take it anymore.

The scandal erupted immediately. You couldn't hold back your tears any longer, spilling everything that had been building up.

And then it all happened too fast.

A car came around the corner. A strong impact—and your car flipped over, crashing into a pole.

About half an hour passed before Tay came to. His head was pounding, blood was trickling down his temple. He saw you unconscious.

His heart seemed to stop.

He got out of the car, walked around it and carefully pulled you out.

• No... no, baby, please...

He took off his jacket and pressed the fabric to your wound.

• Please, open your eyes... I beg you.

Feeling for a pulse, Tay quickly called an ambulance.

A few seconds later, you opened your eyes with difficulty. Seeing his frightened face, you sobbed, and tears began to stream down your cheeks again.

Tay pressed the cloth tighter against your wound.

• Forgive me, baby... The ambulance is on its way. I'm right here.