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 darkness and said: “Sleep. I want to watch.” The way he said it made my skin crawl… and by morning I realized this marriage had never been about money. part1

“I won’t tell you everything,”   he said.

He showed me old records. The death of his first wife was not natural. She fell from the roof during an episode of sleepwalking.

Before that, she had survived three similar incidents, always because he was awake and caught her.

“People thought it was strange,”   the nurse said.   “But the truth is, he was a guard.”

My hands began to tremble.

So he married me…

To save me.

And to punish himself.

When he got home, he was quieter. More vulnerable. He no longer sat in the chair. He slept near the door, far from the bed.

“Now I don’t have to look   ,” he said. ”   You’re safe.”

But I could see that he was not safe from himself.