Married for 3 years without touching her husband even once, until one day she turned on the camera in her mother-in-law’s room and was shocked to see the shocking truth
Elena Carter, 29 years old, has been married for three years to Michael Reynolds, a quiet, successful and seemingly perfect man.

They live in a two-story old house in the suburbs of Salem, Massachusetts, with his mother-in-law, Margaret.

But Elena’s three years of marriage were three years of absolute coldness.
Michael never hugged his wife, never kissed her, never got close. Every time she tried to step closer, he just whispered:

“I’m just tired, Elena. Maybe tomorrow.”

That “tomorrow” lasted for three years.

The strange thing was, every night, Michael disappeared from the bedroom. He said he went downstairs to work or slept in the living room so as “not to disturb” Elena.

Margaret always smiled meaningfully:

“You know, Michael often comes to my room to check if I take my medicine regularly. He’s very good.”

Their old house always had a strange atmosphere – warm on the outside but with a creepy feeling hidden inside.

Margaret’s room – room 204 on the second floor – was always locked whenever she went out.

Elena once asked her husband:

“Have you ever seen anything special in my room?”
Michael just replied softly:
“It’s just her personal space. Don’t go there.”

But since installing a security camera in the house, Elena began to notice a strange habit: every two hours or so, her mother-in-law would call Michael into her room.

Each time, the door would stay closed for 15–20 minutes.
When he came out, he looked tired, his eyes were empty, as if he had just fallen from another world.

One night, when Michael went down to the garage, Elena curiously opened the security camera app on her phone – the system Margaret had asked to install herself.

The camera in her mother-in-law’s room was only for “health monitoring,” but what she saw made her blood run cold.

The screen showed Margaret sitting in a chair across from Michael, the light dim, the walls covered with faded family photos.

Her voice was low and steady…“Tell me again, Michael. What do you remember from that night?”

Michael sat still, his voice trembling:

“The fire… Dad screaming… you holding the candle…”

“No,” she interrupted, her voice hissing. “You remember wrong.

It was an accident. You didn’t see anything. Do you hear me?”

Michael trembled.

“I didn’t see anything.”

Elena choked.

On the wall behind them was a picture of a middle-aged man – his face burned, his eyes cut out of frame

Elena investigated.
Thirty years ago, Michael’s father, Richard Reynolds, died in a fire at this house. The police ruled it a “candle accident,” but neighbors whispered that Margaret was there—and that it was no “accident.”

From that day on, Michael lived with a fear of fire.

Margaret, who had been diagnosed with obsessive-compulsive disorder (OCD) and dependent personality disorder, used “hypnosis” therapy she learned from an old book to “cure” her son.

But in reality, she reprogrammed Michael’s memories, making him believe that he had caused the fire.

That night, when Michael returned to the room, Elena picked up the phone, her voice trembling:

“Do you remember anything about your father?”

He paused, avoiding her gaze.

“Mom told me not to mention him again.”

Elena turned on the video camera.
In a few seconds, Michael’s face turned white. He looked at the screen, then at his wife, confused, frightened, like a child pulled from a bad dream.

Margaret came out of the room, her voice hoarse:

“Elena, you don’t understand. I just want to save my son.”

Elena screamed:

“By destroying him?”

Michael stood between the two women, clutching his head, breathing heavily.

“Enough! I don’t want to hear anymore!”

He ran out into the rainy night. The next day, the police found Michael sitting by the lake, soaked and shivering.

He recounted all his buried memories:
His father didn’t die in the fire – Margaret tried to burn a letter from him, but the fire spread quickly. While saving his wife, he got trapped.

To protect herself, she hypnotized Michael, making him believe it was his fault.

He lived his whole life in a sin that wasn’t his own.

That’s why he can’t touch anyone, for fear that everything he loves will “burn away” – like his father.

Margaret was taken to a psychiatric facility.

Michael began therapy with a trauma specialist.

Elena remained by his side—not as the wife of a “cold husband,” but as a friend helping him relearn how to make sense of the world.

A year later, when they returned to their old house, Elena took down the security cameras and put them in boxes.

“There are no more secrets to monitor,” she said.

Michael looked around the empty room, gently taking her hand.

For the first time in three years, he took the initiative to hold her close.

Sometimes the wall between two people is not indifference—it is memories distorted by guilt and fear.
No one can love fully without being free of the past.

And sometimes, the scariest thing is not in the cameras… but in the controlled memories themselves.