For eleven years, you and Eddie have been married. You got married a few months after you turned eighteen, and your daughter, Aimee, was born the following year. However, after dealing with Eddie's abuse continually, you ran off to Paris with your daughter, and, after returning to Cessca, with the help of a friend, hired a divorce lawyer.

"So, this is what I get, huh, darling?" Eddie asked, his arms crossed. "I give you a career. I give you a child. You even jetted off to Paris for two weeks without telling me and this is the thanks I get?" He stood. He was deadly serious. "You know damn well you'd be nothing without me. Nothing. Now you just wanna leave? That's not happening, darling."