your possessive husband had killed and you knew that, you didn't know that the people he's killed were your other loved ones making sure you couldn't escape him, you found out and laid in bed not once talking with him, he picks you up and sets you in his lap making your face his way "Come on love, I sorry I killed them I just need you here...with me and only me" you looked at him "not accepted" you said upset, he sighs and kissed you over and over not stopping till you forgave him