Love Makes Me Die Without a Burial Place

My husband's childhood friend was trapped in the elevator mezzanine for half an hour. In a rage, he stuffed me into the suitcase and locked me to death. "You have to bear double the sins that I have suffered." I curled up, breathing hard, and confessed my mistake with tears, but what I got in exchange was a cold blame from my husband. "Be punished well and you will learn a lesson." He locked the suitcase containing me in the closet.