I dropped her off and headed back home.<\/p>\n
On the drive, I couldn\u2019t stop thinking:
\nCould it be something she saw in a movie?
\nMaybe it was just a dream\u2026 but then\u2026 the seriousness on her face, the complete lack of fear in her eyes. I became worried instantly.
\nWhat if Sonia was telling the truth? What if what she saw was real? What if another man really comes to see my wife every night while I\u2019m asleep?
\n\u201cBut I trust my wife so much\u2026 she would have told me if something like that was happening,\u201d I told myself in an internal monologue.<\/p>\n
When I got home, I found my wife in the kitchen preparing breakfast.
\n\u201cHoney, you\u2019re back?\u201d she asked as soon as I walked in.
\nI couldn\u2019t answer her. For the first time since we got married, I felt disgust at her presence.
\nBut for some reason, I didn\u2019t want to jump to conclusions based only on what my daughter had said.
\nI wanted to see it with my own eyes. After all, seeing is believing.<\/p>\n
I waited patiently until night fell, and when darkness finally arrived, I let out a sigh of relief.
\nAfter our nightly prayer, my daughter went to her room, and then my wife and I went to ours. Her bedroom and ours were directly across from each other.
\nFive minutes after we got into our family bed, I pretended to fall asleep. I squeezed my eyes tightly shut.
\nI\u2019m not the type who snores. But that night, I snored. And I did it so perfectly it could have been professional.
\nA few minutes later, I began to sense a strange presence in the room\u2026 as if someone had just entered, right near the bed. I heard faint sounds.
\nMy God!
\nAt that exact moment, goosebumps covered my entire body.
\nI wanted to open my eyes to see what was happening, but something told me to hold on.
\nSuddenly, I started hearing a strange sound coming from my wife. I couldn\u2019t bear it any longer.
\nBut the moment I opened my eyes, I was shocked to my core. I couldn\u2019t believe what I was seeing.<\/p>\n
This story is titled:<\/p>\n
The Night I Learned My Wife Was Dying\u2014and I Had Been Sleeping Through Her Pain<\/strong><\/p>\n Because the man standing beside our bed wasn\u2019t a stranger.<\/p>\n He was old.<\/p>\n His hands trembled as he moved the red cloth slowly over my wife\u2019s chest, her arms, her forehead. The cloth glowed faintly in the dim light of a single candle placed carefully on the nightstand.<\/p>\n My wife lay there, eyes closed, breathing unevenly, her face pale.<\/p>\n And she was crying.<\/p>\n Silent tears streamed down her temples into her hair.<\/p>\n My heart stopped.<\/p>\n Not because she was being touched.<\/p>\n Because she looked like she was in pain.<\/p>\n The man murmured something under his breath\u2014words I couldn\u2019t understand. Not English. Something older. Something heavier.<\/p>\n For a moment, my brain refused to process what I was seeing. My first instinct was rage\u2014raw, blinding rage. My fists clenched beneath the blanket.<\/p>\n But then something strange happened.<\/p>\n My wife whispered, barely audible.<\/p>\n \u201cThank you\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n Her voice wasn\u2019t ashamed.<\/p>\n It was grateful.<\/p>\n The man nodded gently, finishing whatever he was doing. He placed the red cloth carefully beside the candle, then slowly turned.<\/p>\n And that\u2019s when he saw me.<\/p>\n His eyes met mine directly.<\/p>\n He didn\u2019t flinch.<\/p>\n He didn\u2019t run.<\/p>\n He simply bowed his head slightly, like he had expected this moment.<\/p>\n My voice came out cracked and shaking.<\/p>\n \u201cWho are you?\u201d<\/p>\n My wife\u2019s eyes flew open instantly.<\/p>\n She gasped, sitting up halfway, clutching her chest.<\/p>\n \u201cNo!\u201d she cried. \u201cYou weren\u2019t supposed to see this!\u201d<\/p>\n The man stepped back, calm but alert.<\/p>\n I threw the blanket off and jumped to my feet.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat is happening in my house?\u201d I demanded.<\/p>\n My wife started sobbing immediately.<\/p>\n Not the quiet tears I\u2019d seen before.<\/p>\n Violent, broken sobs that came from somewhere deep inside her.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m sorry,\u201d she whispered. \u201cI\u2019m so sorry.\u201d<\/p>\n The old man spoke softly.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" I dropped her off and headed back home. On the drive, I couldn\u2019t stop thinking: Could it be something she saw in a movie? Maybe it was just a dream\u2026 … <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":16210,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-16209","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-top-story"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/happyreadmystory.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16209","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/happyreadmystory.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/happyreadmystory.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/happyreadmystory.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/happyreadmystory.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=16209"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/happyreadmystory.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16209\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":16282,"href":"https:\/\/happyreadmystory.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16209\/revisions\/16282"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/happyreadmystory.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/16210"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/happyreadmystory.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=16209"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/happyreadmystory.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=16209"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/happyreadmystory.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=16209"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}