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Divorcing a husband over a single look at his secretary sounds absurd to anyone else.
But only I knew what that glance truly contained–a universe of unspoken feelings.
This had once been a secret language between Knox and me.
When we first met, I was still struggling through high school.
Bullied by classmates, humiliated by teachers.
But everything changed when Knox, the handsome transfer student, arrived and captured
everyone’s attention from day one.
Other students warned him to stay away from me.
They said I was “the homewrecker’s daughter,” a “born seductress,” “worthless trash.”
Knox never responded to these rumors, but I noticed his gaze growing increasingly thoughtful
whenever he looked my way.
During seat reassignments, the entire class isolated me–no one wanted to share a desk.
They moved my chair and desk next to the garbage bins.
Only Knox stood up, announcing he wanted to sit with me.
I sensed his deliberate attempts to get closer, but my insecurities prevented me from reading too
much into it.
When he approached, I retreated. During our “accidental” encounters, I always fled awkwardly.
But I never expected Knox to actually chase after me all the way to my home.
During that period, I happened to be on sick leave at home after my father broke my leg.
He arrived with homework assignments, only to witness my father chasing and beating me, shouting that I was “that whore’s child.”
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The truth was, my mother was actually the legal wife. My father had drained her dowry and stolen all her money, planning to divorce her and leave her with nothing.
To force my mother into giving up, he flaunted his affair publicly, even going so far as to successfully brand my mother as the “homewrecker” instead.
The actual mistress lived downstairs. Whenever we passed her, my father would give her a meaningful look.
Each time after those looks, I’d return home to a beating.
Later, after one particularly brutal beating, my mother went out to buy medicine for me and was
struck dead by a delivery truck.
When my father heard the news, he couldn’t stop grinning, and didn’t even come home that night.
The very next day, he even eagerly brought his mistress into our home.
With me still around, they communicated mostly through glances.
Every time I accidentally witnessed my father’s gaze, my skin would crawl with disgust.
What I never expected was that on my eighteenth birthday, that same look would be directed at me.
That night, when he tried to lock my bedroom door from the outside, I knocked him unconscious
with a wine bottle.
It was on this very day that I ran into Knox, who had come to my house to deliver assignments.
Just as my father cornered us in an alley with a kitchen knife, the second before the blade came down on my head, Knox lunged forward.
Soon after, police and ambulances arrived simultaneously. Upon examination, Knox’s shoulder was
hattered, the bone exposed.
Yet he still smiled at me.
Raven, you’re safe now,” he said, before collapsing.
That night, I stayed by his side, sleepless.
When he woke, I touched the bandage on his shoulder with tears streaming down my face.
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“You really love me. I can see it.”
“I can read someone’s heart through their eyes. If your gaze ever changes, I’ll leave on my own.”
Knox struggled to raise his other arm and gently brushed my head.
“Silly girl, you’ll never see that day.”
I knew he didn’t take my words seriously.
Neither of us imagined this statement would become a self–fulfilling prophecy.
After that night, the insults at school vanished completely.
All the classmates became exceptionally friendly.
Knox lifted his chin proudly, like a peacock displaying his feathers.
“See? I told you that you’re incredibly charming. Everyone loves you.”
“No more insecurity, okay? As long as I’m around, you’re a precious princess.”
With him, I gradually shed the shadows of my past.
He taught me to overcome my self–doubt and look toward the sunlight.
Perhaps the sunlight he brought was too dazzling, blinding my vision.
The memories have grown blurry now.
I can no longer recall the look in that young boy’s eyes.
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