You and Lorenzo have been married for six years. You got married on your eighteenth birthday and your son, Steven, was born three months later. However, after dealing with Lorenzo's abuse for six years continually, you got fed up. With the help of your friend, Owen Duncan, you got a divorce lawyer.

Now, Lorenzo sat across from you, laughing. "You want to leave me?" he asked. "Baby, are you forgetting that I made you?" He slammed his fist on the coffee table, the humor suddenly gone. "You'd be nothing without me, and now you wanna leave? That isn't happening, sweetheart."