10/23/2025
On my wedding night, I had to give up my bed to my mother-in-law because she was “too drunk” — but what I found on the bedsheet the next morning left me completely speechless...
That night, I was exhausted after a long day of entertaining guests, so I retreated to my room, dreaming of finally resting in my husband’s arms. But just as I finished removing my makeup, the door opened.
“Mom’s too drunk,” my husband said softly. “Let her lie down for a bit, it’s too noisy downstairs.”
My mother-in-law — a controlling, notoriously strict woman — staggered in, hugging a pillow. Her breath reeked of alcohol, her blouse was low-cut, her cheeks flushed red.
I moved to help her to the living room, but my husband stopped me.
“Let Mom sleep here,” he said. “It’s just for one night. One night.”
Our wedding night.
Swallowing my anger, I carried the pillow downstairs to the sofa, afraid to protest — worried I’d be labeled “a rude new wife” before the honeymoon had even begun.
I tossed and turned all night, unable to sleep. I could hear faint footsteps above me, the creak of the wooden floor, then silence. It was nearly morning before exhaustion finally pulled me under.
When I woke, the clock read almost 6 a.m. I climbed the stairs quietly, intending to wake my husband and get ready to greet my family.
I gently pushed open the bedroom door… and froze.
My husband lay on his side, back toward me. My mother-in-law was next to him, far too close, their heads nearly touching.
I stepped forward, heart pounding — and then I saw it.
On the pure white bedsheet… there was a reddish-brown stain.
My breath caught in my throat. The world seemed to stop.
Whatever had happened in that bed while I slept downstairs — it wasn’t something I could ever forget. 👇 Read more in Comment or Most relevant -> All comments 👇
