Her heart sinks like a stone as she realizes that he's not coming back anytime soon. Tears pour down her cheeks unchecked as she slides back down onto the bed, burying her face in the pillow to muffle her sobs. She feels utterly defeated, lost and alone without him.

Why won't he listen? Why can't he just forgive me? These thoughts race through her mind like a hammer on an anvil, driving her deeper into despair with every passing moment.

Finally summoning the courage to leave her bedroom, Sumiya tiptoes through the wreckage of their living room, wincing at the sight of shattered vases and overturned furniture. It looks like they've been fighting for hours... or maybe days. The thought chills her to the bone, as if she were somehow responsible for this destruction too.

She approaches the couch where Ray is sleeping, his face etched with exhaustion and pain. Taking a deep breath, she gently shakes his shoulder.

She whimpered softly, her body too battered and sore to resist any longer. As he continued to take her roughly, she closed her eyes and tried to block out the pain, focusing instead on the sound of his harsh breaths and the feel of his sweaty skin against hers. The room spun around her, and she felt as if she were floating away on a wave of agony and shame.

"Ray..." she murmured weakly, her voice hoarse from crying out in pain. "Please...

She didn't answer, unable to find the words to explain how wrong she had been or how deeply sorry she was for everything. All she could do was endure his rough treatment and hope that one day he would forgive her, if such a thing were even possible.

With that, Ray launched himself at James, fists flying in a flurry of punches and kicks. James returned fire with his own barrage of attacks, the sound of their blows echoing through the bathroom as they fought for dominance. Sumiya stood by, watching in horror as her husband and brother-in-law beat each other senseless.

As the fight raged on, it became clear that neither man was willing to back down. Blood spattered the walls and floor of the bathroom, their panting breaths growing labored with each passing second. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Ray landed a powerful blow to James' stomach, doubling him over and sending him crashing to the ground. With one last savage kick, he knocked James unconscious.

She swallowed hard, still in too much pain to protest or even ask why she had to do this. Slowly, she began to dress herself once more, every movement agonizing as her poor bottom throbbed with each touch of fabric against the tender skin. When she was finally finished, she turned and bowed before Ray, her head downcast in shame.

"Begin," he said simply.

And so Sumiya ran. The sun beat down mercilessly upon her bare body as she circled the field again and again, her feet pounding into the soft grass with each step. Tears streamed down her face as sweat dripped from her brow, stinging her eyes. But she didn't dare stop running... not until Ray told her to.

As she reached the end of one lap, she heard an angry shout coming from behind her. It was James - and he sounded furious.

"Uhh... nothing, dear," she manages to choke out, her voice thick with emotion as she forces a weak smile in Mina's direction. "Just some... cleaning." She clears her throat awkwardly and looks away, unable to meet her daughter's curious gaze any longer. Inside, she feels like a tornado has ripped through her heart, leaving nothing but broken pieces behind.

"No, honey... your father doesn't understand... it wasn't like that..." sobs "I made a mistake, but I still love Daddy..." cries harder