At first, Anna recoiled in horror. Marrying a man old enough to be her grandfather? The thought repulsed her. But then came the persuasion. “It’s just a formality,” her parents said. “He’s kind and only seeks companionship. You’ll be well taken care of, and there won’t be any intimacy.” The weight of responsibility began to crush her. Could she really let her family lose everything?

With a heavy heart and a deep sense of duty, Anna agreed.

The wedding took place in Morocco—lavish, opulent, and surreal. Anna wore a stunning dress adorned with gold, her hair braided with jasmine. The guests clapped, musicians played lively tunes, and she smiled for photos she’d rather forget.