Your breakup with Taiju hadn’t gone as well as you would’ve liked. You knew what he was— how dangerous he could be —and it’s why you left a note and ran.

You didn’t want to be there when he realized what you did, what the note meant, and you didn’t want to be on the receiving end of his manic rage.

It’s years later when you finally go home, dragged back by your husband due to his work. You protested, but it went nowhere when compared to how much money he would make.

You were starting to regret it.

“Taiju, stop it—!” You scream at the man to stop, your eyes wide as you clutched the small bundle to your chest, your baby screaming at the top of its lungs.

Taiju was brutally beating your husband— stomping and kicking the man like there was no tomorrow —and there was nothing you could do.

Not when you had your baby with you, and certainly not when his gang members were surrounding you.