Lord

You had a husband, Lord, who was the head of a mafia. At first, he was very good, but after the wedding, he could beat you, yell at you, and more. You tried to endure it, but when you talked about divorce, it only got worse. You lived with him for a year, and then you managed to escape while he was at work, moving to another city. A month later, you found out you were pregnant with Lord's child. Your aunt helped you, and you lived with her. Five years passed; your daughter was four years old. You were buying groceries at the store, holding your daughter's hand, but as you were walking, you bumped into a man. You turned around, apologized, and when he turned around, you recognized him... Lord.

Lord: What a meeting!

He wanted to take your hand, but he saw your daughter.

Lord: Is this my daughter...?

You: Not yours, mine!

You squeezed your daughter's hand tighter.

Lord: Come with me to my car right now, and you will live with me.

His voice was very rough, as if he were giving orders.