I rẹmoved my pánts every night because my father in law said it was their tradition. But the moment he started pẹeping under my skírt at the dining table, pulling himself closer and closer, that was when I knew that he…
As if that was not enough, my husband Iocked me in a room with just his father, who was tying a toweI.
“Get away from me!” I screamed at my father-in-law, dragging myself backward on the fIoor until my back hit the waII.
The old man laughed, he tossed his toweI onto the chair, leaving him in just his sh0rts.
“You don’t have to make a fuss about this, Sarah, It’s not a big deal. What is wrong with a good wife obeying family tradition?”
“This is not tradition!” I cried, my eyes searching the room for anything I could use.
“So my husband truly soId me to you for fifty miIIion. Is that what you see me as? A commodlty?”
“Not at all,” he said, stepping closer. “Fifty million is a small prlce to pay for a beautiful woman like you. Now, stop making this difficult, let us do this quickly!”
I looked behind me, there was nowhere to go, no place to run to, I had no choice but to give in.
Sarah wiped her tears quickly and stared at the tiny bathroom window. It was too small for a normal escape… or at least that was what anyone else would think.
But fear gives people strength they never knew they had.
Outside the bathroom door, her father-in-law kept banging harder.
“Open this door right now!” he shouted angrily. “You are only making things worse for yourself!”
Sarah ignored him. Her hands trembled as she climbed onto the sink and pushed the window open. Cold night air rushed inside.
The opening was narrow, but maybe… just maybe… she could squeeze through.
Behind her, the banging suddenly stopped.
Silence.
Her heart froze.
“Sarah…” his voice came softly this time, almost calm. “Listen to me carefully. If you embarrass this family outside, nobody will believe you. Your husband already accepted the money. Think carefully before you ruin your own marriage.”
Sarah clenched her fists.
That sentence broke something inside her.
So it was true.
Her husband really sold her.
Tears filled her eyes again, but this time they were not tears of fear.
They were tears of betrayal.
Without wasting another second, she forced one leg through the window. The sharp edge scraped her skin, but she kept going.
Suddenly—
BANG!
The bathroom door shook violently.
“He’s breaking the door!” she whispered in panic.
