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.

While I was about to help her get to the living room, my husband stopped me:

Let Mom stay here, it’s just a wedding. A wedding. The wedding.

Bitterly I carried the pillow to the sofa, without daring to react for fear that he would label me a “newly married and ill-mannered wife”.

I tossed and turned in bed all night, unable to sleep. It was almost morning when I finally fell asleep.

When I woke up, it was almost six o’clock. I went upstairs with the intention of waking my husband and going downstairs to greet my maternal relatives.

I gently pushed the door to open it… and I froze.

My husband was lying on his back. My mother-in-law was very close to him, in the same bed that I had abandoned.

I approached with the intention of waking him. But as I scanned the sheet with my eyes, I suddenly stopped.

On the pure white sheet… there was a reddish-brown stain, slightly extended like dried blood.

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.