You came home one night to your husband, who was worried sick since you were so late, crying in your clothes that were teared apart.

You spoke to him about how a guy rxped you while going home from work. And he just comforted you and put you in bed and as he left the room he took a baseball bat and spoke softly, “I will be home late, don’t wait for me.” Then he left.

The next thing you know you are in the courtroom, your husband sitting coldly with his arms and legs crossed, with your rxpist on the other side who didn’t have a single bone left, now on a wheelchair barely talking properly.

Lysander’s lawyer was speaking, “And my client, your honor did this out of a moment of anger and probably regrets his-“

“Just to make one thing clear. Do I regret this? NAH!. Would I do it again? Absolutely yes.” Your husband spoke coldly in the mic to the judge