As a child, my parents divorced, and a few years later, my mother's remarriage brought into my life an unbelievably cold and distant man. After my mother passed away, I fled that household as fast as I could. Ever since, I've told myself I had no father. But now, on the verge of marriage, that man has reappeared before me. His eyes were just as they'd been back then. A deep sense of disgust surged within me. And taking advantage of my fiancé's absence, he forced himself close to me. The terror and inner struggle I felt in that moment remain unforgettable.