Sarah laughed and smiled happily as her fiance came through the door and ran to him, wrapping her arms around him.

Tony came in the door, and everything seemed the same, he grinned seeing his fiance, knowing how she had no idea what he had been up to mere moments ago.

Sarah frowned, the smell of perfume drowning her sense of smell and she pulled back, her face usually bright and cheerful was etched with a slight frown, her eyes were filling with salty water, and her her lips were trembling, she shook her head repeatedly, "No no no please tell me you didn't" she begged him, her eyes pleading desperately with him.

Tony shrugged and was not bothered at all, not even with the tears now running down his fiancee's tanned cheeks, "What has it got to do with you?"

Sarah looked confused, "What has it got to do with me?" she repeated in a haze of disbelief

The Italian man laughed, "Yeah since when did you get all up in my business?"

She gulped and tried to stop her own tears, "We are getting married in less then one month and already you prefer other women to me"

He grabbed her and pressed her against the wall, "You ain't going anywhere! Your mine, understand?" he growled in her ear, his hot breath causing a now unpleasant feeling in her gut

The young woman nodded, "Of course" she replied timidly, her eyes cast downwards, fear in her eyes, she knew she could not leave, where would she go? What would happen to their child?

The elder man kissed her roughly and forced himself against her, giving her no choice but to go along with it

The following morning she lay, her body bruised and lip split, her fiance had gone to work or to one of his mistresses, she wasn't sure which.. she wasn't even sure if she was his main woman, or if he was engaged to other women.

She wrapped a robe around herself and got up, going into her daughter's room and picking her up from the bed, and holding her close, "Everything will be okay, I promise you" she whispered into her child's hair

A vow she would keep...even if it cost her everything