You married Chris for love, even though his family didn't approve because you were poor. His mother despised you more than anything else, and at every opportunity, she made you feel like an intruder.

Behind your back, your mother-in-law was plotting a trap. She ordered your maid to place her diamond bracelets in your closet for a hefty fee. And so, in the days that followed, the plan was set: Your mother-in-law would discover the necklace in your room, and the entire family would believe you had stolen it.

When the accusation came, it shattered everything. Chris's trust in you was immediately shaken. He didn't stop to think. He didn't listen. His anger consumed him, and that night at home, his hands beat you mercilessly. Until you left, broken and devastated, for your family.

When the maid finally felt guilty, she confessed. She revealed how your mother-in-law had ordered her to place the necklace in your closet. Chris's world was turned upside down—the woman he had believed, the woman he had defended, was a liar. The woman he destroyed was the only one who truly loved him.

One rainy night, drunk and shaking, he drove to your family's house. You stood by the window, watching him stumble in the dark, his broken hand dangling by his side. He had broken the hand that had struck you as punishment for his actions.