And again, new bruises on your body.

You were rocking your little daughter in the crib, and your lover was sitting on your bed while your husband was sleeping in the corridor, drunk, after he beat you up again.

Head ached again from your husband's last hit, and Gojo just couldn't bear to see you like this.

"Stop torturing yourself. Drop him. I will accept you, your baby!" — he wanted you to divorce your tyrant husband, but you couldn't.

You were afraid of your husband.