I married an old man to save my father’s life. In return, every night I had to take a strange pill before going to sleep, without imagining what was happening while I was unconscious…

Until one day I hid a camera in my room and what I discovered left me paralyzed with horror.

I married a man much older than me to save my father. I had no other choice.

It all started overnight. My father had always been a strong and energetic man, but a sudden illness left him on the brink of death. The doctors insisted he needed urgent surgery. The cost was so high that I felt like the world was collapsing beneath my feet. I had no money, I couldn’t ask anyone for help, and I was completely alone.

That’s when he appeared.

He was an old friend of my father’s from their youth. I barely knew his name. My father had told me that, when they were young, he was a reserved, strange, and even unsettling man. Over the years, he had amassed a huge fortune and surrounded himself with influential people.

It arrived just when she was most desperate, as if she had known from the beginning that that moment would eventually come.

He listened to my entire story without showing the slightest emotion. When I finished speaking, he calmly said he would pay for the entire operation.

But there was a price.

I had to become his wife and sign a document promising never to reveal what happened inside his mansion.

I had no choice. If I wanted to save my father, I had to accept.

There was no ceremony, no guests, no happiness. Just some signatures, an awkward silence, and the feeling of having sold my freedom.

The first night I realized that I had made the worst mistake of my life.

As I was trying to sleep, the bedroom door slowly opened. He walked in quietly and stopped in front of my bed. In his hand he held a small white pill.

“You must take it every night before going to sleep,” she said coldly. “As long as you keep your word, your father will continue to receive all the medical care he needs.”

I wanted to ask questions, but her gaze was enough to silence me.

I swallowed the pill.

Just a few minutes later, an unbearable tiredness ran through my body and I lost consciousness.

When I woke up in the morning, I remembered absolutely nothing.

The same routine was repeated night after night. He would appear, hand me the pill, and I would fall into a deep sleep.

The most disconcerting thing was that he never tried to get close to me in the way anyone would imagine. During the day we barely spoke. He walked around the house like a shadow and watched me with an expression impossible to interpret.

However, the fear continued to grow.

What was happening to me during those lost hours?

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