Part of the reason, he married me, was because I came from an ordinary family and I was a timid person and easy to control.
After our marriage, he kept his lavish lifestyle outside and was known as a rich young master. Meanwhile, I had to stay at home, playing a dutiful housewife while enduring his beating and scolding.
When the police knew Megan was the driver at the time of the accident, besides testing her with the breathalyzer, he also wanted her to take a blood test to determine her alcohol level.
I knew she was just a scapegoat, the real perpetrator was Fred.
So, I pretended to be dumb again and said in an aggravated manner, "This would never happen if we did not agree when Megan asked you to take her home."
When the police heard this, he told Fred, "We will be testing you, too."
Fred glared at me. I knew if we were alone, he would be beating me.
Ever since our marriage, Fred would beat and scold me every time I did something slightly different than he wanted. He had beaten me so hard that I had to stay in the hospital to recuperate.