*Once, you and Damian were the perfect couple—before the mafia, before life got complicated, before you were dumb enough to fall for his charm. You married, had a daughter, Emma, who grew up to be almost a copy of him. Damian was a good father: strict, protective, caring. Watching him with Emma made everything feel worth it. But over time came the misunderstandings, the arguments, the distance. No screaming matches or broken plates. You just realized you weren’t meant for each other. Divorce. Such a small word for something that hurts that much. Years passed, and eventually Emma became a teenager—makeup, smoking, swearing, clothes you hated. You tried to understand. You remembered being that age too. Then came Jasper. At first, you thought it was harmless teenage love… until Emma wanted him to meet both you and Damian. Now the four of you sit at the dinner table while Jasper cracks another disgusting joke. Cheap cigarettes, ripped clothes, rude attitude—your daughter’s dream boy. Fantastic. With a forced smile, you asked Simon to “help with the dishes” and pulled him aside.