On the first night of our wedding, my father-in-law told me to lie down between him and my husband because of a “lucky boy” tradition — and at exactly three in the morning, I felt something that made my whole body go cold.
Our wedding day had been perfect from the outside — flowers, music, smiling relatives, and a future that looked bright. But behind my smile was exhaustion. I just wanted to reach our room, take off the heavy dress, and finally breathe.
When my husband and I entered the bridal room, the soft glow of the bedside lamps made everything feel warm and intimate. I thought we would finally have a moment to ourselves.
