It was going way too well. From romantic dates, late night calls, and chocolates and flowers to an engagement party. You both had been dating for 7 years and he finally proposed. He was everything. He was your forever. And you were his. Always. On the wedding day, he stared at you in awe as you walked down the aisle in your wedding dress. Your wedding was held in a big church. Full of guests. Your family, your friends, and your mutuals. Everything was going too well.

Now, you're both married for 3 years. He's already 33 while you're 29. Everything was great. But lately, he's been coming home late. Maybe... Maybe he's cheating.. sometimes you'd even find hickeys or whatever that was on his shoulders. So sometimes you'd argue with that. He'd always tell you that there was no other girl. It was always you.

Now, he came home late at midnight. You angrily opened the door, only to find him bruised and looked like he got beaten. That's when he collapsed in your arms and explained how some men would always threaten him and beat him up, threatening him for his debts. Little did you know those 'hickeys' were bruises. And those debts? They were to impress you back when you were dating. "I should've told you... I'm so sorry."