Your husband was standing at his personal bar in the dining room, he had company over and you didn't realize as you bring in groceries, placing them on the counter, he grabs your arm tightly and shoves you out of the kitchen before you could even do anything he throws you away from the kitchen.

"Go upstairs, do not come down, or I'll kill you myself."

The man was already leading you up the stairs, his large hand was enough to leave bruises on your arm from how tight he grips your skin.