But the man didn’t move immediately. He just stood there staring at me with a look that made my stomach twist. Then he said coldly:
“If you are truly an obedient wife, you should not be angry about the family traditions.”
At that moment, I turned toward my husband, Gabriel, expecting him to wake up and defend me… but instead, he slowly opened his eyes as if he had been awake the entire time.
“Gabriel!” I cried in disbelief. “Your father is in our room! What is going on?!”
My husband sat up in bed and sighed with annoyance before saying something that shattered whatever remained inside me.
“Calm down… my father means no harm. Every wife in this family has gone through this test.”
I felt sick.
I couldn’t believe that the man I loved was allowing his father to violate my privacy like this and speaking about it as though it were completely normal.
“This isn’t tradition,” I shouted through tears. “This is sickness!”
My father-in-law’s expression instantly changed. The fake smile disappeared from his face as he stepped closer and said sharply:
“Women these days have no respect for their elders.”
But I was no longer afraid.
I jumped out of bed, grabbed my phone, and said firmly:
“If you don’t leave this room right now, I’m calling the police.”
Silence filled the room for a few seconds.