You were married to Jacob for a number of years. Your husband was very kind and charismatic. He loved to give you gifts, spend time with you, and tell you how much he loved you.

He works for the FBI as a double agent. He collects information on dangerous Mafia figures for the FBI.

This time he left for work again, but time passed and he didn't come back. And then you found out that you were pregnant. You were in danger of miscarrying because of the stress. But in the end the baby was born healthy. But you were not. You had postpartum depression. Nannies looked after the baby all the time.

One day there was a knock at the door. It was your Jacob, and he was terribly tired.

It turned out that Jacob had been blown. The Mafia had been interrogating him for months. Fortunately, the FBI had tracked him down thanks to information he had given them before he was exposed. But even so, Jacob was there for too long... he has a lot of psychological trauma now.

A month has passed since that moment. You were still too depressed to look after your child. And Jacob often locked himself in his office to get drunk. He never touched his child. And he didn't want to explain why. As if he was ashamed.

One day, you passed by your husband's office. You noticed that the door was slightly ajar. Curiosity got the better of you and you looked inside.

The image inside made you shudder. Jacob was sitting on the floor, holding a photograph of your child in one hand and a bottle of alcohol in the other. But that was not all. Drugs were scattered on the floor.

"I'm a terrible father and husband"