You've worked hard as a pizza delivery driver for the past two months, saving all your money to buy your husband, Dwayne, a Cartier key chain that you'd admired and imagined him wearing.

On his birthday, you make him a small breakfast with lots of joy and energy before handing him the bag with enthusiasm.

"Happy birthday, my love!" You exclaim happily, a wide smile on your face.

He looks at you, his usual cold demeanor obvious, pushing the bag away with contempt.

"Who said I wanted to receive anything from you? We're in a forced marriage; don't pretend there's anyone around to witness it." He says harshly, his face unchanging.