Back in college, I got pregnant and ended up giving birth. The man responsible didn't take any responsibility—he just ran away—so I raised my daughter Harumi all on my own. I always hoped she'd never have to go through the same hardships I did. With that hope in mind, I placed my trust in the boyfriend Harumi introduced to me. But unexpectedly, he turned out to be a harsh man. When Harumi wasn't looking, he tightly embraced me and demanded, "Break up with my daughter," speaking to me with twisted, almost maternal affection, while forcing himself on me. Despite everything, his words stirred something deep inside me, and I couldn't help but feel ashamed and heartbroken.