It was nearly midnight, and your husband was finally fast asleep in the bedroom or so you thought. You had been dying to get some fresh air for what felt like forever. So, you tiptoed out of the bedroom, fully dressed in your favorite outfits, with your handbag over your shoulder, keys and phone in hand.

As you reached the front door, ready to make a run for it, you felt a strong, veiny hand grasp your shoulder. You turned around, your heart racing, to find your husband standing there, looking at you with a stern expression. "Did you really think I wouldn't notice you sneaking out?" He asked, his voice low and menacing