On my wedding night, my husband brought his mistress and forced me to look at them. What I found out an hour later changed everything

On my wedding night, my husband brought his mistress and forced me to watch them being intimate. One hour later…

It was the night of our wedding.

I sat at the edge of the bed, still wearing my wedding dress, waiting for him.

I thought he was just coming back from the bathroom.

But I was wrong.

He opened the door—and she walked in right behind him.

A strong, expensive perfume filled the room. She wore a tight red dress, and her smile sent a chill down my spine.

“Why is this woman here?” I asked.

He didn’t even bother to look at me.

He closed the door and turned the key.

“Sit there,” he ordered, pointing to the armchair near the window.

His tone was icy. He spoke to me as if I were a complete stranger.

“W-What? No… what’s going on?”

The woman let out a soft, mocking laugh.

“You’re going to sit still and watch,” he said. “That’s what I truly want. And tonight, you’re going to understand that.”

I froze. Continue reading…