The Secret in His Attic

One month into marriage, my husband Jack won't let me enter our attic.
Every time I get close, he blocks me like a maniac.
"This is my parents’ house. Why can't I go up there?"
"Give me six months, then you can see whatever you want."
I didn't believe his lies. While he was at work, I snuck home to investigate.
The attic door had been changed to a digital lock!
That night he discovered what I'd done and beat me in the garage.
I wanted to call the police and divorce him. He said: "Fine, but I get half the house."
To protect my parents' investment, I had to endure it.
Until that night, I heard a woman's moans from the attic.
"Ah... be gentle, the wound still hurts!"