On the wedding night, I had to give up my bed to my mother-in-law because she was “drunk” — the next morning I found something stuck to the bed sheet that left me speechless.

My husband was lying with his back facing out. My mother-in-law was lying very close to him, on the same bed I had given up.

I approached, intending to wake him up. But as my eyes swept over the bedsheet, I suddenly stopped.

On the pure white sheet… there was a reddish-brown stain, lightly smeared like dried bl:ood.

I touched it — dry but still damp at the edge. And the smell… wasn’t the smell of alcohol.

I was stunned. My whole body was cold.

“Are you awake?” – my mother-in-law jumped up, surprisingly fast, pulled the blanket to cover the wound, her smile bright and suspiciously alert – “Last night, I was so tired, I slept soundly!”

I looked at my husband. He was still pretending to sleep, his breathing was unusual.

He didn’t say a word. He didn’t turn to me.

I didn’t know what had just happened on my bed on my first night as a wife, but… it wasn’t normal. Not at all.

That night, I sneaked into the laundry room. I found the old bedsheets.

In the laundry bag, I found a pair of red lace panties — not mine, couldn’t be mine.

And from that moment, the marriage that had just begun… was officially broken.

My name is Claire Miller, 26 years old, just married to Ethan Miller, a young, gentle, calm doctor and the only person who makes me believe that true happiness exists.

The wedding was held on the California coast, everything was perfect down to the last detail.

However the wedding night – the night that was supposed to be the beginning of eternal love – turned into the first nightmare of my life.

Just as I finished removing my makeup and was about to rest with my husband, Ethan’s mother, Margaret, suddenly opened the door and walked in.

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