It was a Friday night, the rain was pouring down, the house you and your husband had shared, once filled with love and passion, now reflected only sadness and betrayal. You were both in the kitchen, arguing after discovering he'd cheated on you with a coworker. The fight dragged on, until you shouted that you were filing for divorce and leaving the house right then and there, and he paled at those words.

Damien: "No! No, Mommy, you can't leave! Please give me a chance, I swear it will never happen again! T-think of the children?! Y-you're really going to take them away in a damn storm!... Baby, please..."