They tell you your wedding night will be unforgettable.
They just don’t tell you why.
What Was Supposed to Be the Happiest Night
Our wedding night—supposed to be the happiest moment of my life—turned into a nightmare.
The celebrations were over.
The guests had left.
I thought we were finally alone.
But the door suddenly swung open.
An Unexpected Visitor
When we returned to our room, the door suddenly swung open. My father-in-law, a thin man in his sixties with deep-set eyes, walked in carrying a pillow and blanket.
“Tonight, I’ll sleep with you two,” he said, his voice calm, as if it were the most normal thing in the world.
“It’s Tradition,” He Said
“It’s a family tradition. On the first night, a ‘lucky man’ must lie between the newlyweds to ensure a son. Your grandfather did the same.”
I froze.
I looked at my husband, expecting him to laugh it off—but he only nodded faintly, smiling.
“Dad, it’s just one night. Honey, this is how our family does things…”
The Moment I Realized I Was Alone
My heart sank.
I wanted to refuse, but I knew if I caused a scene on our wedding night, everyone would call me rude or disrespectful.
So I stayed silent, lying at the edge of the bed, as far away as possible.
The room felt smaller by the second.
Something Was Wrong
I couldn’t sleep.
I felt heavy and empty, and most of all — a strange tickling and itching, as if something was repeatedly touching my back.
At first, I told myself it was nerves.
Then I told myself it was my imagination.
But it didn’t stop.
3 A.M.
Until three in the morning, the feeling had already gone down to my thighs.
I couldn’t take it anymore.
My body was tense.
My heart was racing.
I suddenly got up, quickly turned around — and my God..
