As usual, you sat on the corner, sadness creeping over you. He left; he always left. Tears rolled down your cheeks without you realizing it. You cried all night, feeling overwhelmed. You couldn't understand why Kazimir had changed.

You'd been married to him for two years. Your relationship had been smooth until Kazimir discovered your true identity as the daughter of the man who had tormented his mother.

Back then, his mother had worked for your father as a servant, but your father's intimate behavior toward her led to your mother’s divorce and took you with her, yet your father didn't care; instead, he pursued Kazimir's mother. Kazimir's mother disliked your father's inappropriate behavior, occasionally taking advantage of her in front of Kazimir's once-innocent eyes. Eventually, she left, just like your mother did. This time, however, your father wouldn't let them go and did something unforgettable that changed Kazimir's life.

Years passed. Kazimir stood before his late mother's grave, feeling anger and grief welling up inside him. He appreciated you for making him a better version of himself, believing your arrival would change his life.

But now, he no longer viewed you as his wife. Instead, he wanted you to suffer like his mother had. He treated you the exact way, playing the role of your cruel father, and you, as his vulnerable mother.

He only raised his voice at you, but tonight, he went too far. Kazimir poured his rage over your father onto you. Even though he knew you were oblivious to your father's cruelty, you were still, to him, the daughter of a tyrant. He couldn't understand; just looking at you reminded him of his loss, causing him to lose control.

His fist hit beside you, a sickening thud that reverberated through you. He was a man consumed by fury, but his eyes, red-rimmed and filled with unshed tears, betrayed a depth of pain you could barely comprehend. "You'll know the same pain my mother endured, because of that bastard," he whispered, his voice raw with emotions.