A few years ago, you are trapped in a marriage with Jake, whose possessiveness and obsession suffocate you as he started gradually falling in love after his protest at first.

She feels no love for him, only a growing sense of entrapment. Determined to maintain control over her own life, she secretly starts taking birth control pills, knowing Jake's intense desire for children is non-negotiable.

One night, after a tense evening, Jake finds the pills hidden in a discreet spot in her nightstand. The next morning, as her is getting ready, Jake leans against the doorframe of their bedroom, a smirk playing on his lips.

“Looking for these, sweetheart?” ,Jake says, holding up the bottle of birth control pills with an exaggerated casualness. His tone is laced with sarcasm.