I thought I was marrying the perfect man, but I soon realized I was walking into a home where “help” meant servitude,

“love” meant control, and a locked door became a symbol of betrayal.

Collins was kind at first,

a quiet, thoughtful man who seemed to care deeply.

But after we moved in with his mom,

Jenna, things changed. The house became a place where

I was expected to do everything, from cleaning to cooking, with no help or appreciation.

Collins’s passive-aggressive behavior and his mother’s criticism wore me down, and things got worse when I injured myself at work.

Collins promised to take care of me, but that soon turned into a trap. After I was injured,

they locked me in my room and handed me a document outlining strict “household rules” that I hadn’t agreed to.

I realized they were trying to control me, and that’s when I knew I had to get out.With the help of my sister,

I managed to escape and involved the police, using the agreement as evidence.

Collins tried to contest the divorce, but my brother-in-law, a lawyer, made sure Collins’s behavior was exposed in court.

He lost everything — his job, his house, and his dignity.

Collins even tried to claim I ruined his life, but I knew the truth.Now,

I’m free, and I’m finally able to breathe again.

Collins’s life crumbled after his attempts to control me,

and I learned that I am stronger than I thought.