The Mystery Box Marriage Deal
Language: en
I had been married to Pierce for five years, and for five years, he had been as cold as a tomb. When his mother pulled me aside that afternoon and pressed a small, discreet package into my hand—a "little help" to spark the fire, she’d whispered—I actually felt a flicker of hope. That night, when he was "sent" to my room by her decree, I was naive enough to believe our hollow marriage was finally turning a corner. I was wrong. I found the pinhole camera while I was showering, tucked into a dark corner of the marble tiles, its tiny lens shimmering like a predatory eye. By the next morning,…