My Husband Turned Our Wedding Night into a Catastrophe

My husband Scott tried to go close to me on our wedding night, but I told him I was too exhausted. He agreed sympathetically and gave me a good-night kiss. At midnight, the bed shook and I quickly moved to the side to see what Scott was doing on our bed.

In the midst of the excitement on our wedding night, I hesitated. “Scott, can we… can we talk for a bit?” I inquired, advising against jumping straight into the “action.”

With a scowl, Scott asked, “Talk? Now?”

I told him that I was tired from the day and that I needed more talk and relaxation, even if he was frustrated.

Scott grudgingly consented, kissing my cheek kindly to hide his disappointment before we went to bed. But when I woke up a few hours later, the peace and quiet of our lavender-scented apartment was completely destroyed.

For some reason, our bed was trembling, and it took some time for my eyes to adjust sharp enough to see Scott kneeling next to the bed, cradling a baby.

“Scott?” I let out a confused gasp. “What’s going on?”

He glanced at me, then his eyes darted around as though he was trying to come up with an excuse. Eventually, he gulped and said, “Everly, this is Ella,” and my world spun. She is my niece who is orphaned. Maya, my stepsister, has passed away. It was only a few weeks ago that I learned about her.”

Startled, I positioned myself on the bed. “A few weeks ago?” I fumbled to grasp how the infant had ended up in our chamber on our wedding night, and repeated, frowning.

“Everly, I was afraid you would walk away if you found out about her,” Scott admitted, avoiding eye contact.

“Scott, how are you able to achieve this? How are we going to begin our life together with lies and secrets?” Horrified, I asked. But I inhaled deeply. “Scott, what are we going to do? Are you going to adopt Ella, wait, are we?”

“Everly, I haven’t given it any thought. I really need to take care of her right now,” he replied, suggesting we put off the conversation. I complied since I was too exhausted to discuss it further, but I had a terrible sensation in my stomach as I went to bed.

The next day, Ella and I went back to Scott’s enormous estate and settled into a life together as though last night’s decision had already been made. Though I had no idea how to fix it, I felt helpless.

One evening, while holding Ella, I tried to find out more about Scott’s history and his stepsister, Maya. “Scott, if you and your family cut ties with your stepsister, why insist on raising her baby?” I pondered.

Scott seemed reluctant to respond, which infuriated me.

However, she is Ella’s mother, correct? Can you tell us anything else about her?” I pushed, speaking more firmly.

“Everly, Maya is no longer the main focus. It has to do with Ella. All of this is innocent of her. And she’s got no one else but us,” Scott stated at the end.

I asked him about Ella’s father, but he interrupted and wouldn’t elaborate.

A few weeks later, while Scott was gone at work, I followed my curiosity to his study. On his desk, I found an image that defied everything he had previously told me. It was a photo of Scott looking cheerful and cuddling with a woman who might be Maya.

Later that night, Scott came inside the house and saw my serious look, which made him smile less. His voice was worried as he questioned, “Everly, what’s wrong?”

With a calm yet detached voice, I raised the picture. “Scott, explain this. And this time, I want the real deal. You informed me about your sister’s estrangement. However, this image suggests differently.”

Scott’s attempt to brush the picture off simply made me more irate.

“Scott, stop telling lies! You’re laughing and having fun with a pregnant woman in this picture. How is estrangement claimed by you?” I shouted.

With a groan, he settled into the couch. Alright, you’re correct. That’s Ella’s mother, Maya. I used to meet her in secret and help her even though my family severed our relationship,” he admitted.

Why keep it a secret? You lied to me, but why?”

“I was terrified. worried that if you found out, you would run away. Scott replied, “I wanted you to see Ella as our future and to love her without getting sucked into the complexities of her past.”

“Scott, again, how can we build a life on secrets and half-truths?” Crossing my arms, I questioned. “I need to trust you, for Ella’s sake, for our sake.”

He gave a nod, but when I made my next idea, his jaw fell.

With hesitation, I added, “Maybe we should think about putting Ella up for adoption.”

“Adopting? That is unthinkable, Everly. I’m responsible for Ella,” asserted Scott.

“Perhaps locate her a caring foster home. I could not be a better mother than someone else.

He interrupted me. Is this how you’re trying to test me? You believe I married you merely to give Ella a mother?”

“Yes!”

“You’re being ridiculous!”

Like all those stories about spouses gaslighting their wives, the remarks felt like a slap. Despite his denial, I sensed something wasn’t quite right.

Lost in a maelstrom of feelings and unsolved questions, Ella and I left the mansion and went to the beach next to our house to spend some alone time thinking about the future. A mystery woman appeared there. With a pout, she looked at the infant and me and said, “Scott’s daughter?”

“She’s not his niece. You are who you are? How are you acquainted with Scott? I asked, encircling Ella with my arms more firmly in place.

With a harsh tone, the woman laughed. “His niece? She’s exactly like him,” she remarked with a sly smile before her amusement faded and her gaze met mine.

She said, “Run for your life,” and turned to leave.

“Wait!” I yelled at her, but she turned away.

I let out a deep breath and turned to face Ella after gazing out to sea. What a secret life did she come from? And what threat lingered in Scott’s historical shadows?

I said, “We need to talk,” as soon as I entered the room.

Scott pursed his lips and looked up. “I’ve told you everything, Everly. He emphasised, “There are no more secrets,” but his tone lacked confidence.

My rage was getting out of control. “No, Scott. You’re withholding something from me. Ella is not, I take it, your niece? She’s your kid,” I charged.

After recovering, Scott stayed for a few minutes and choked on his spit before hanging his head. “Yes, Everly. “Ella is my daughter,” he finally said.

“How on earth could you mislead me about your kid? How could you violate our confidence in such a way?” I let out a cry.

“I thought if you loved her as my niece, we could eventually become a family,” he said.

I was so hurt and furious that I insisted on knowing the truth about Maya and their history, which made Scott open up more about his relationship with Ella’s mother—who wasn’t his stepsister—and his desperate attempt to provide Ella a secure upbringing.

“You’ve not only let me down,” I sobbed as I said. “But you’ve also betrayed your daughter by starting our marriage like this.”

I sobbed for days while thinking about what to do. Despite my growing love for Ella, I wasn’t sure I could continue to be married to a lie. A few days later, I had to confront my spouse once more.

“I’m heading out. I said, ‘I can no longer do this. My belongings had already been packed.

Scott came running to take my arm. “Please, Everly, keep Ella in mind. She needs you,” he pleaded, but I was unwavering in my resolve.

“Scott, Ella is your daughter. Not my own,” I explained. I knew the words were painful, but they seemed to have an effect because Scott released his hold on me.

The quiet of my tiny flat in the heart of the city was a far cry from the life I had left behind. Despite losing myself in my profession as a fashion designer and finding comfort in the familiarity of materials and styles, Ella’s absence created a deep hole.

I found myself missing Ella’s giggle in spite of the pain. Scott, meantime, persisted in trying to make amends. However, the notion of confronting him and reestablishing our marriage from the ashes appeared to be an unsurmountable obstacle. I didn’t answer his calls or respond to his texts, so I disregarded him. But he continued to do it.

And Scott came knocking on my door one morning. Ella’s chuckles, as they stood there together, made a melancholic tune that eased the walls I had erected around my heart.

I let them into my flat reluctantly. My scepticism was in conflict with Scott’s apology and assurances of an honest-based future.

“Scott, would you have forgiven me if I had done what you did?” I inquired.

He wasn’t sure how to respond to that, but something in me still pined for the dream we used to have together, so his promise of openness and his request for us to become a true family spoke to me.

Scott pledged, “A family built on truth, not lies.” “Please come home, Everly.”

It was what I wanted too, and I couldn’t dispute that. I took Ella in my arms and held her close to my chest while gesturing to Scott, who moved to envelop us in his arms.

Scott abruptly excused himself from our family time for a purported emergency with a buddy, months after coming home to Scott and baby Ella. What worried me was his hurried departure on his day off. What could not wait since it was so urgent?

The next day, an enigmatic package showed up on our doorstep, making the situation even worse. There was a picture of the enigmatic beachside woman with a kid inside, along with the ominous note, “Maya’s not the only secret Scott’s buried.”

There were obviously more secrets hidden in Scott’s past than met the eye.

In a state of panic, I dialled the number found on the note, and eventually the woman from the beach answered, identifying herself as Amanda.

She hurriedly said, “Meet me at Brown Beans Café. Don’t tell Scott.”

With her infant in tow, Amanda shocked everyone in the café by revealing, “I’m Scott’s ex-wife… and this is our baby, Renee.”

I didn’t even need to give it further thought. She wasn’t lying, I knew that. But I was unprepared for the intense anguish I experienced as my world collapsed again.

“Sco-Scott’s ex-wife??” Broken-hearted, I stammered.

As Amanda dug deeper into Scott’s prior involvement with a cult engaging in strange rituals in an attempt to attract more male members, her revelations became more and more sinister. “Everly, you have to realise how dangerous you are. It’s not who Scott looks to be. You’re being used by him,” she urged.

Shock had paralysed me. “However, why? How did you become aware of everything?” My voice trembled as I asked.

Maya managed to figure it out. She grabbed my hand and said, “She tried to expose him, and that’s when she had her accident.” “You must exercise caution. Keep what you’ve learned from him. Simply follow along while we come up with a way out.”

This was excessive. My body deceived me as I stood. I stumbled and went dark.

Hours later, the doctor gave me another startling piece of news while I lay in the hospital bed: I was pregnant.

As I made my way back home, still reeling from the news that I was pregnant and entangled in a dark web Scott had created, Amanda’s dire warning echoed in my ears.

She had stated, “He wants you to have a male child for his cult.” I was filled with further fear as I walked into my house after hearing her words. Luckily, the house was quiet, which allowed me some time to plan and strategize.

My heart was racing, but I was ready when Scott finally showed there. “We should have a conversation,” I stated, meeting his eyes with a fake sorrow. “I’m pregnant.”

Scott’s momentary happiness gave way to rage as I showed him an empty vial. “But I decided to terminate the pregnancy and took this just now—”

“What did you do? That’s not forgiven, Everly!” With a reddening face and a raised palm seemingly ready to hit me, Scott let out a scream. But he turned and came at me, grabbing a vase.

At that moment, he was accosted by police and taken into custody for the attack and killing of his former lover. With Amanda leading the way and providing a reassuring presence, Scott was shackled and brought away.

A short while later, with Amanda seated nearby, I was ministering to Ella as the police wrapped up their work. Her remarks gave the perplexing time some calm and validation.

She said, “You’ll be a fantastic mother.”

Grinning, I glanced past my house, the police vehicle, and straight into the camera.

“Slice! Everything changed as the director exclaimed, “That was a perfect shot!” My co-star and real-life spouse, Scott, hugged me and complimented my performance, and I chuckled.

“Everly, you did an amazing job. With joy in his eyes, he shouted, “I’m so proud of you!”

The concept originated from a real-life event that happened on our wedding night: a hilarious miscommunication involving Scott’s infant niece Ella. Scott’s creativity was ignited by it, and that resulted in the script for our short film.

Our trip, which was filled with drama, humour, and love, served as a reminder that even in the most trying circumstances, there is always something amusing to say, a lesson to be discovered, and a grin to be given.