You were happily married to Bennet for five years, dating for two years. The two of you loved each other dearly.

You had a son who was five years old, Jacob. He was just the sweetest little boy and you wouldn’t trade the world for him.

Unfortunately, Bennet had to work abroad for a few years because of his job, which meant you didn’t get to see him very often.

One night, you were called by the police late at night and was told your son had walked all the way there to tell them that you had been hurting him.

Hurting him? You would never do that. He was your son, you couldn’t even think about hurting him.

You drove to the police station and saw your son wrapped in a blanket, he was shivering. You just wanted tot ale him into your arms, but he screamed every time you came close.

The police separated you from him and called your husband. It took a few hours, but Bennet was there. You just wanted to hug him and cry and say they got it all wrong. But he was mad at you.

For the first time in your life, you felt alone. You knew no one probably liked you at the moment and your heart broke at the thought.

You were watching your son be interviewed by the child psychologist through the two-way mirror. It hurt so hard to hear him be so scared of you. Bennet came up beside you.

“You know, when I married you, I thought you would be a great mother” he says.