There was no way Alexis could have known what she was getting herself into when her parents coerced her into marrying Robert. Later on, Alexis disobeyed the one rule that her husband had given her and went inside the chamber that he had warned her about, which resulted in the disclosure of secrets that she had not been expecting.

I was at a loss to comprehend the reason for my parents’ desire for me to be married before I had found someone of my own.

“Alexis,” my mother remarked, “Robert is a remarkable individual.” It is a wealthy man who will look out for your best interests. You would not even be required to get a job.

My refusal was impossible. It had been pointed out by my father.

He replied, “You marry Robert, Alexis,” while chewing on his cigar. “I propose to you.” “Or you can figure out your own living arrangements.”

Robert seemed like a prince charming to me in a certain way. A bakery that our family owned and operated was experiencing a decline in consumer traffic due to the absence of gluten-free choices on the menu.

As my father stated, “We will continue to bake what we know,” we have been doing.

Without a doubt, our marriage was orchestrated from the beginning. Robert’s demeanour was icy, and he refused to give me the opportunity to get to know him in a more intimate way. I have no idea how my father managed to make our relationship possible.

For all intents and purposes, our wedding was nothing short of spectacular, a spectacle of Robert’s wealth. Everything had been taken into consideration by Robert’s wedding planner.

My wedding dress was a one-of-a-kind creation that he tailored specifically for me to wear. However, even while we were arranging our wedding, we hardly ever communicated with one another.

“I’m looking forward to being married,” he said one evening, a few days before the wedding. “I’m excited to be married…”

Adding, “But I don’t know what I’m doing,” he continued.

That was the closest that Robert had come to allowing me to enter the building.

After our wedding, I moved into our new home two days after the ceremony.

According to Robert, “Come, I’ll show you around,” he said.

He showed me around our estate, which was a mansion that had luxury that I had never imagined. These pleasures included huge golf courses, a sparkling swimming pool, and a fleet of staff members that were at our beck and call.

I said, “It’s beautiful,” as soon as we arrived at the kitchen. “Everything is beautiful.”

There was a trace of pride in his voice as he added, “Now, Alexis, this house belongs to you as well.”

I gave the stranger who was standing in front of me a friendly grin. It seemed possible that our marriage was going to be successful in the long run.

“But there is one thing, Alexis,” he stated. As far as I can tell,…” The loft loft. Never, ever enter the room.

I gave Robert a slight nod. When I was told that I would not be permitted to enter the residence, I was completely perplexed.

Having said that, I was also aware that I did not know my husband as well as I should have thus far. Therefore, it was necessary for me to comply.

A couple of days later, Robert went to a meeting, and I was left alone in our enormous house.

I found myself climbing the steps to the attic, driven by curiosity that was more powerful than any warning I could have received.

The mixture of anxiety and excitement in my heart caused it to beat rapidly. I was well aware that I did not have a lot of time.

I thought to myself, “I’ll just take a quick in and out.”

As I opened the door, I was confronted with a scene that sent me to my knees, and tears began to stream down my cheeks. I had no idea at the time why I was crying. The fact that I experienced both uncertainty and relief at the same time was a mystery to me.

In the dimly lit attic, it appeared as though my husband’s buried memories were stored away in a vault. Toys from childhood were dispersed, each one having a story that cannot be conveyed.

Earlier images and postcards that document Robert’s life before I was born. Some of the relics included letters written by a little kid to his father, who was serving in the military at the time.

“You have the audacity to come in here. Considering that my wife does not heed my demands, I am now required to replace the locks on the doors of my own home.

As Robert’s anger increased, his face went red.

“I just want to understand,” I stutteringly tried to say. “I just want to know you, Robert.”

The anger that he had been feeling gradually subsided, and he began to perceive me as a companion in his world, rather than the intruder that he had portrayed me to be beforehand.

Then he called out to Alexis, “Come, let’s sit down.”

It was Robert who took me to the living room.

“My father was a man who was quite strict. He was a soldier, and he was of the opinion that one should keep their feelings to themselves. He admitted that these are the only items he possessed that were from a period when he had experienced love.

As he spoke, my heart was gripped on every word he said, and his voice broke.

What transpired after that was a revelation of his own being. The tales of a lad who spent his youth seeking for his father’s approval and tales of a lonely boyhood were told in our home.

The aloof and unfeeling guy that I had married was not the person I saw in those vulnerable moments; rather, I saw a young man who had never ceased looking for love and acceptance.

To put it simply, he was clueless on how to proceed.

Things went from bad to worse in those few hours. When I arrived, Robert began to let me in.

After a number of years have passed, our house is now filled with the sounds of our daughter, April, who is crying and laughing.

Robert was able to recover thanks to our daughter. Not only did he heal himself, but he also healed our daughter.

We have removed everything from the attic, and as a result, it is no longer a temple to Robert’s history; rather, it has become my personal reading nook.