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.
He placed a chair beside the bed, sat down like a guard, and said quietly—so calmly it was terrifying:
“Nothing is going to happen tonight. Go to sleep.”
My name is Nora Hale.
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