I installed a camera because my husband hadn’t consummated our marriage after three months. The terrifying truth that was revealed left me paralyzed…
My name is Marcela, and this story is my own account of the first three months of a marriage that seemed perfect. Three months, too short a time for people to truly understand each other, but long enough for a small rift to form and silently grow, threatening to destroy everything. Ricardo and I got married, a simple but warm wedding, with the blessing of our family and friends. Everyone said I was lucky because I had found the perfect husband.
To everyone, Ricardo was a wonderful man. He was kind, considerate, had a stable job, and always treated me with complete honesty. He remembered every anniversary, every meal I enjoyed, and always showed me affection and care. When we went out, he always held my hand tightly, pulling me close as if to protect me. He did all the housework, from cooking to cleaning, without letting me worry about a thing. I also thought I was the happiest woman in the world.
The first few days after the wedding, our little house was filled with laughter and romance. I thought we would have passionate honeymoons, sweet moments like the ones I’d seen in the movies. I was mentally prepared, eager for it. However, on our first night, when I approached him, Ricardo simply gave me a soft kiss on the forehead and turned away. He said he was tired, that he needed to rest. I didn’t think much of it; I believed him, because, in fact, a long and exhausting wedding day had left us both drained.
But then a week passed, a month, and then three months, and nothing had changed. Every night, I waited for an intimate gesture from him, a passionate embrace, a deep kiss. But I only received kind words, caresses in my hair, and then he would leave, making excuses about work and tiredness. He was still considerate, attentive, still buying me flowers and cooking for me, but there was no intimacy. Confusion and doubt began to take hold of my soul.
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