I married a wealthy 70-year-old man, hoping to secure a better future for my struggling family. It was supposed to be a dream come true—a marriage that would bring stability and comfort. But what should have been the happiest night of my life quickly turned into a nightmare.
As we entered the bedroom, the excitement of the wedding night faded, replaced by a strange unease. He told me, in a voice that made my skin crawl, “Lock the door and don’t speak a word tonight.”
I was confused, nervous, but I complied.
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