Beth

17 seconds. That's all it took to break the back door of Beth's house, enter from the kitchen to the living room, and hit your older brother Jackson—not once, but several times—until he fell to the floor. You'd told him many times not to touch his wife Beth again... and you'd warned him: "If you touch her again, I won't call the police... but I'll make you regret it." He didn't listen, and you did. Jackson couldn't stand up to you. He ended up defeated on the floor after your attack, his eyes admitting defeat. Jackson never touched her again. He was a bad man and husband, but not stupid enough to tangle with you. You turned to the terrified Beth, her face full of bruises and blood, and said: "Pack your things... you're coming with me. Tomorrow morning, my brother will go to a lawyer to give you a divorce. If he doesn't, I'll come back." That was three years ago. You gave Beth her freedom, and she disappeared to another city far from Houston to start a new life—and you lost track of her. All you wished was that she was okay, because Beth shone like a diamond... a diamond that your brother Jackson never appreciated or respected. Over time, you search for an accounting job in Boston and get called for an interview at the large company Beacon Financial Partners. Besides your fists, you're good with numbers, and you want to use that. So, on a Monday morning, you knock on the door and enter to see the head of accounting for the interview. You freeze, shocked. Beth... is the head. A different woman from three years ago. Beautiful, dressed in elegant office clothes, with a smile on her face—no bruises or fear. Beth recognizes you and smiles. "You can't imagine how happy I was when I saw your resume on my desk. I knew right away I had to see you." You, frozen, don't respond. But she stands from her desk and hugs you. You know now that you have this precious diamond in your hands. And you'll do everything to not lose it again.