When I left my house I was grateful, since the breath of cold air that hit my face for a moment dried my tears, making me feel braver and more determined to leave Mark. I was walking around the outside of the house with my cell phone to my ear to call and request a taxi, when suddenly I saw Mark's car stopping next to me, my husband getting out and approaching me, very serious.

" Where are you going? ""Mark asked me.

"Where I'm going is none of your business," I told him.

"You won't move from here until you tell me where you're going," he told me, taking...