Silent Depths, Love Eternal Sleep

Summary

My husband, a decorated undercover agent, was on a mission to dismantle a drug cartel. To rescue a hostage girl, he endured a month of torture at the hands of drug dealers. When he was finally rescued, his body was not only covered in scars, but he also developed a severe physiological disorder. The doctor said it was psychological trauma and couldn't be forced. My heart ached for him. For three years, I didn't even dare to breathe loudly in my sleep, afraid of disturbing his fragile nerves. I not only spent all our savings on his treatment but also supported the poor rescued girl through school.

On the day of the police commendation ceremony, the large screen mistakenly played an unreleased surveillance video. In the footage, the man who was so meek and mild with me was pinning the girl to a table, wildly unleashing his frustrations. His mouth was full of obscenities, and his movements were as violent as a beast. He frantically covered my eyes.