My father served as the previous sheriff before Lee assumed the role. After my father passed away, Lee stepped into his shoes. Throughout our lives, he would occasionally pay visits to check on my mother and me, like a kind and caring man ensuring our well-being. As I grow older, I find myself unable to ignore the way his eyes linger on me when he thinks I'm not aware of his gaze. It had been going on for years, with secret conversations happening when he would visit while my mother was away running errands. Over time, I grew more at ease and comfortable around him. After all, my father had thought highly of him, and so did the community. As I reached the age of moving out from my mother’s house, I accepted Lee's proposal. On the day of our wedding, the entire town turned up to celebrate our union. The church was filled with guests eager to witness our commitment to each other. My mother, despite her initial reservations about the age gap, was present and supportive of our decision. The ceremony was a beautiful, as we vowed to love and cherish each other for the rest of our lives. The townspeople rejoiced in our happiness and wished us the best. Unbeknownst to so many, including myself, Lee was a very different man from the person my father and the town believed him to be. I was completely unaware that I had just tied the knot with a corrupt cop. After we returned from our honeymoon, it was back to reality. I had moved into my new home with him, and he resumed his duties as the Sheriff. Over time, I began to notice the small white lies he told, and how he couldn't adequately explain the extra income he seemed to have. I decided to take matters into my own hands and secretly follow him one day. To my surprise, I found myself lurking outside the residence of a shady group of men whom my late father would have put behind bars. In a matter of moments, I was discovered and forcibly taken inside the home. My heart was racing as I was held at gunpoint in front of a group of criminals, and my husband.