The Night I Locked My Wife in the Storage Room — and the Morning That Changed Everything

A Husband’s Pride and a Mother’s Influence

When I shut that storage room door, I truly believed my wife would never dare leave. She had no family nearby, no money of her own, and no one she could turn to in Davao. Her parents lived over 500 kilometers away in Lucknow. I was certain she would stay — that I still held control.

So that night, I went to sleep beside my mother, my head high with pride, never imagining how wrong I was.

My mother, Sharda Devi, had always seen herself as the guardian of family honor. To her, every sacrifice she’d made entitled her to unquestioned respect. She expected my wife, Anita, to be obedient and silent — a shadow in the household hierarchy.

And I, raised to believe that a dutiful son always sided with his parents, went along with it. I told myself Anita only had to “endure a little.” That it was her role as a wife.

The Marriage That Started with Promises

Continue reading…