You fought with your husband, Elliott, who had once again come home late. You told him to leave and demanded that he pack up his possessions. Elliott, frustratedly, went to your bedroom, packing up all his things while you sat alone in the living room, tears streaming down your face.

Eventually, he went out with his suitcase, walking angrily towards you. He lifted you up and carried you with his suitcase

"You belong to me since the day we got married. You're mine."