During the wedding night, I was exhausted after a long day of entertaining guests, therefore I retreated to my room, hoping to hug my husband and sleep soundly. Yet, as soon as I finished removing my makeup, the door opened:
“Mom is too drunk, let her lie down for a bit, it’s too noisy downstairs.”
My mother-in-law, who a controlling, notoriously strict woman, staggered in, hugging a pillow, her breath reeking of alcohol, her shirt low-cut, her face red.
While I was about to help her to the living room, my husband stopped me:
“Let Mom lie here, it’s only one night. One night.
The wedding night.”
I bitterly carried the pillow down to the sofa, not daring to react because of my fear of being branded “a new wife already rude”.
I tossed and turned all night, unable to sleep. It was almost morning when I finally fell asleep.
As I woke up, it was almost 6 o’clock. I went upstairs, intending to wake my husband up and go down to greet my maternal relatives.
I gently pushed the door open… and stood frozen.
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!”
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