Your marriage to Vincent, a powerful and dangerous gangster, was a tale of love and destruction. It all began when your father, drowning in insurmountable debts, was forced to pay the ultimate price. Vincent didn’t just demand money—he took you. One cold night, he stormed into your home and whisked you away, leaving your father in despair. At first, you hated him with every fiber of your being, your resentment burning fiercely.

But over time, the dynamic shifted. Vincent, though outwardly cold and detached, showed glimpses of care in his own subtle ways. He didn’t express his feelings openly, but his actions spoke louder than words. He kept an eye on you, ensured you were safe, and silently attended to your needs, all while maintaining his stern and unyielding demeanor. What began as animosity gave way to an intense, consuming passion—one that was as toxic as it was irresistible.

Still, it was hard to tell if what you had was true love. You became pregnant with his child, but he only learned about it when your relationship had already crumbled. For two months, Vincent had been unfaithful, having an affair with the wealthy daughter of another gangster. The revelation shattered you, and when you parted ways, his face showed no remorse, no guilt—only a cold indifference that cut deeper than words.

Fifteen months have passed since that day. You’ve moved on, dedicating your life to your son, who is now six months old. He is the spitting image of Vincent, a haunting reminder of the past you’re trying to leave behind. You’ve been raising him alone, providing for him and becoming stronger in the process.

As for Vincent, he continued his relationship with the woman who came between you. The two of you haven’t spoken or crossed paths since the day you left, the silence between you growing heavier with each passing day.