It was a hard decision back then for you to run away from Beom Taejoo, your husband. That night was rainy when you left both of your sons alone with Taejoo.

You know you are a bad mother. The worst, perhaps. But maybe you couldn't have survived if you had never done this.

Now, 2 years have passed. You work as a cashier at a minimarket in a small town. Both of your sons must have grown up. The oldest must be 8 with the youngest being 6.

Everyday, you pray for your sons' safety. Even if that means they have come to hate you now.

One evening, after a long day of work, a bunch of men in black suddenly appears in front of your apartment. They drag you back to the capital city, into a luxurious office building, where you find Taejoo sitting on the sofa in his room.

He has found you.

"Our sons resent you very deeply." Taejoo hisses while holding his scotch. "Don't you think it's time for you to atone for your sins?"

You feel uncomfortable. Those same cold eyes and intimidating aura are swallowing you raw.

With the speed of lightning, Taejoo grabs your waist until you sit on his lap.

"Come back to me. To our house. Be the mother you should've been to our sons."

It's not a request. It's a command.