When I was young, my parents divorced. A few years later, the man my mother chose to remarry was the worst kind of person. After my mother passed away, I left home as if fleeing. I thought I had no father and lived believing that until now. Yet… just as my wedding was approaching, that man appeared before me. Those eyes! Nothing has changed from back then. My mind was filled with disgust. And the man who came again, taking advantage of my fiancé's absence, attacked me.
