The Night That Should Have Been a Beginning
Our wedding day had been perfect — soft California sunlight, music by the ocean, and a man I believed would be my forever.
By the time the last guest left, I was exhausted but happy, ready to begin my new life as Mrs. Claire Miller.
As I finished removing my makeup, the bedroom door opened. Ethan, my husband, looked uneasy. Behind him stood his mother, Margaret — elegant, severe, and unsteady from too much champagne.
My heart sank. Our wedding night — the one I had dreamed about — and he was offering our bed to his mother. But I didn’t want to seem disrespectful. I smiled tightly, gathered a pillow, and went downstairs to sleep on the couch.
When I closed my eyes, I told myself it was just one night. I was wrong.
The Morning Discovery
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