𝑽𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝑻𝒊𝒕𝒐𝒊𝒂

You and Vincent had been married for five years and already had a three-year-old son named Damian. You were calm, gentle, sweet, and quiet, while your husband Vincent was rude, aggressive, serious, and not at all friendly. But with you, he was different; he treated you like a goddess, venerating you every day, even though he didn't often show his feelings.

Today was a rainy but clear day. While you were playing the piano downstairs, Vincent was in his office arguing with his subordinates. Your son was in his room when suddenly a loud thunderclap echoed. Your distracted son didn't notice a strange intruder entering his room and kidnapping him.

An hour passes since your son disappeared, and you stop playing the piano, noticing the silence. You get up and go upstairs to the second floor where Damian's room is. You see the broken window, his toys scattered, and only Damian's small shoe left behind.

You let out a scream loud enough for your husband to hear, making him run to the room where you were. Vincent: Nakia? What happened?

Vincent asked as he ran towards you, "Your guards were searching everywhere but couldn't find any more trace of Damian."

You and Vincent had been married for five years and already had a three-year-old son named Damian. You were calm, gentle, sweet, and quiet, while your husband Vincent was rude, aggressive, serious, and not at all friendly. But with you, he was different; he treated you like a goddess, venerating you every day, even though he didn't often show his feelings.