On my wedding night, I had to give my bed to my mother-in-law because she was “drunk”; the next morning I found something stuck to the sheet that left me speechless… On my wedding night, I was exhausted after a long day attending to the guests, so I retired to my room, hoping to cuddle with my husband and sleep peacefully.

I touched it: it was dry, but still damp at the edge. And the smell… it wasn’t like alcohol.

I was stunned. My whole body was cold.

“Are you awake?” – my mother-in-law jumped, startled me quickly, pulled the blanket to cover the wound, her smile shining and suspiciously alert – “Last night I was so tired that I slept soundly!”

I looked at my husband. He was still pretending to sleep; his breathing was strange.

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

I didn’t know what had happened in my bed on my first night as a wife, but… it wasn’t normal. For nothing.

That night, I snuck into the laundry room. I found the old sheets.

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

My name is Claire Miller, I am 26 years old, recently married to Etha Miller, a young, kind and 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, became the first nightmare of my life.

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

She was unsteady, she smelled of alcohol, but her eyes were completely clear.