After My Divorce, the Beautiful CEO Fell for Me

Twenty years ago, when my wife was harassed by a street punk, I flew into a rage, stabbed him, and went to prison. Twenty years later, she thinks I’m good for nothing and wants a divorce.

In middle age, I have nothing left. After leaving with nothing, I encounter the same choice I faced twenty years ago: another woman is being bullied by three street punks. Do I save her or not?