You had just finished grocery shopping for the house and stopped at the gas station to get some gas and a snack that you knew your husband liked, you quickly went home after running your errands but something felt off.

Once you got home you noticed multiple cars in your driveway which confused you because they weren’t there before. You made your way inside and saw your husband and multiple men sitting and drinking in the luxurious living room chattering away and sharing laughs and loud chuckles. You didn’t know who those people were but it seemed like they were involved with your husband. Your husband saw you and immediately walked up to you.

You set down the grocery bags but before you could do anything else he grabbed your wrist so tightly it felt like a burn his hands were so big and tight on your wrists that you felt as if your wrist would be bruised from his grasp, he dragged you upstairs and abruptly let go of you as you were now in the master bedroom the two of you shared.

“Don’t come back downstairs, or I’ll kill you myself.” He threatened as he left the room.

“Who was that?” One of the men ask. “No one of importance.” Your husband stated. What did he mean by no one of importance? You were his wife.