I stopped wearing pánts to bed at night the day my husband’s father visited my house, because of their tradition, but the moment he started pẹeping under my sklrt at the dining table, I knew that this was more than tradition.

I stopped wearing pánts to bed at night immediately my husband’s father visited our house because of their tradition, but suddenly this old man started pẹeping under my sklrt at the dining table.

As if that was not enough, that same night, he snéaked into my room, right when my husband was sleeping beside me.

I was in utter disbelief, my jaw fell wide open.

Before I could even say Jack, this man took the bIanket off me.

“My daughter… I must have a tẹst of you to confirm if you truly obeyed our tradition, I must confirm if you pụt 0n any p@nt under there, when I am in this house…”

I wanted to scream, but the words were stuck in my throat. My husband’s father, a man I was supposed to respect, was standing right in front of me, in the name of tradition.

I couldn’t believe my eyes. What sort of tradition was that? What even shocked me the most was how my husband was snoring loudly when such a thing was going on in our room.

I raised my hand up in the air, ready to give the old man a dirty sIap, not even minding that he was my husband’s father.

“Sir, please leave this room!” I said loudly.

I turned to my husband, Gabriel, and shook him hard. “Gabriel! Wake up! Your father is in our room!”

Gabriel groaned and turned over, he didn’t even open his eyes. It was like he was drünk.

“Don’t bother him,” the old man said. “Even if he was awake, there is nothing he can do about it. Did he not tell you? A good wife must serve the head of the family, this is tradition!”

Immediately, sweat broke out from my face, I felt a cold chill run down my spine.

I was barely married to my husband for two months, and although we courted for almost a year, he never mentioned such a tradition to me.

At that point, I was just hoping it was just an elaborate, exorbitant prank.

“This must be a joke,” I said, grabbing the edge of the bedsheet to cover myself.

“Our tradition is not just about not wearing pánts, my daughter,” he said, “It is about total surrender; if you want your family to stay rich and successful, you must make me happy tonight.”

“Sir, please!” I said, getting even more agitated. “Get out of our room right this moment. I can never participate in such a diaboIic culture.”

My father-in-law did not move, he did not even look ashamed, he just kept staring at me and that was when I knew that this was no longer a child’s play.

“Don’t be afraid, my daughter,” he said, his voice calm, which made it even scarier…

It was at that moment I saw a small black bag beside him, he quickly grabbed it and zipped it open.

To my greatest shock, inside the bag were countless bundles of money.

“What is all that money for?” I asked, trembling.

He smiled. “My daughter, I understand that it will never be easy for you to make such a tough decision, even my wife hesitated when it was her time…” he paused and observed my reaction.

“My daughter…” he said again, “this is a little prize for you, if only you can just obey, all this money will be yours.”

To be continued…