As I pushed my way through the crowd, the man was still beating and kicking the woman.

　　"How the hell did I end up marrying someone like you? You can't even do a simple business transaction without giving me fake money. What good are you to me?"

　　The man cursed as he hit her, each word more vulgar than the last. The woman curled up into a ball, trying to shield herself from the kicks, crying and pleading for mercy.

　　"Stop it!" I shouted.

　　The ...