I married a wealthy old man to save my family—but on our wedding night, he didn’t touch me. He simply sat in the dark and said, “Just sleep. I want to watch.” The way he said it made my skin prickle… and by morning, I understood this marriage was never about money

Because my family went bankrupt, I was forced to marry a man who was rich—and old enough to be my father. I kept telling myself I could endure anything as long as my dad got treatment, as long as we weren’t thrown onto the street. But on our first wedding night, he walked into the room… and didn’t touch me.

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