My Husband Turned Our Wedding Night into a Catastrophe

On our wedding night, I was tired—exhausted, really—from all the excitement of the day. As Scott leaned in to kiss me, I gently turned away, hoping to catch a little rest. He smiled at me, his eyes full of understanding, and wrapped an arm around me, holding me close. It felt so comforting, yet I knew I wouldn’t get the sleep I was hoping for.

In the middle of the night, I woke up to a strange sensation—a trembling beneath me, as if the bed was shaking. At first, I thought I was dreaming, but then I turned over and froze in place. There, beside the bed, Scott was kneeling with a baby in his arms. My heart raced as confusion and panic flooded my thoughts.

“Scott,” I whispered, my voice shaky with confusion. “Who is this?”

Scott looked away, his expression turning serious, like he didn’t want to share whatever was going on. “This is Ella,” he said quietly, his voice thick with emotion. “She’s my niece. My stepsister, Maya… she passed away a few weeks ago.”

I stared at him, my mind spinning. “Why didn’t you tell me before?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, feeling the weight of his secret on our wedding night.

Scott lowered his head, guilt written all over his face. “I was scared, Everly. I was scared you’d walk away if you knew. I didn’t want to lose you.”

The silence that followed was heavy. We spent the rest of the night without speaking, my thoughts in turmoil, trying to process everything. The next morning, we made our way to Scott’s estate, with Ella in tow, as if the decision had already been made. I felt swept along by Scott’s choices, unable to voice my worries or ask the right questions.

I loved Scott, but something was off—his secrecy was too much, and I couldn’t ignore it.

Days passed, and I found myself holding Ella more often, feeling a growing attachment to her, but also struggling with the unanswered questions in my heart. One evening, while I cradled Ella in my arms, I decided to ask Scott more about his stepsister, Maya. I needed to understand why he was so determined to raise Maya’s child, especially since he was so reluctant to tell me anything about Ella’s father.

Scott hesitated, his words vague and evasive. He didn’t tell me much, and every time I pushed for more, he deflected. Something didn’t feel right. Frustrated, I decided to take matters into my own hands. When Scott was out one afternoon, I went to his study. I needed to know the truth.

I searched his desk, my fingers trembling as I flipped through papers. And then I saw it—a photograph of Scott standing next to a pregnant woman. They were both smiling, clearly happy. It shattered everything he had told me.

When Scott came home, I didn’t waste any time. I marched up to him, holding the photo in my shaking hands. His face paled when he saw it.

“She’s not your niece, is she?” I asked, my voice quivering with disbelief. “She’s your daughter.”

Scott’s expression crumpled, and he sank into a chair, defeated. “I… I didn’t want to hurt you, Everly. Ella is my daughter. I was protecting our relationship. I didn’t think you could accept it.”

My heart twisted with a mix of anger and hurt. I had been lied to, and now I was caught in a storm of emotions. I was attached to Ella, but the trust I had in Scott was shattered. I couldn’t ignore the truth anymore.

I suggested we find a foster family for Ella, someone who could care for her without the weight of all the secrets. Scott’s face turned pale with horror, and we argued. He didn’t want to hear it, but I couldn’t back down. The truth had to come first, even if it broke my heart.

That night, I left the estate. I needed to clear my head, to find some peace in the chaos. I went to the beach, walking alone, feeling the cool breeze on my face. It was there, in the quiet, that a woman approached me. She looked at Ella in my arms, her gaze sharp, before looking back at me.

“Is that Scott’s daughter?” she asked, a strange smile creeping onto her face.

Taken off guard, I nodded. “Yes, how do you know Scott?”

The woman’s smile faded instantly, and her voice grew cold. “Be careful. Scott’s not the man you think he is. There are secrets, things you don’t know. Things that could change everything.”

My breath caught in my throat, and before I could respond, she turned away, disappearing into the night, leaving me shaken and full of questions. I didn’t know who she was, but her warning stuck with me, gnawing at my thoughts.

I had to confront Scott. When I asked him about the woman, he dismissed it all, saying there were no more secrets between us. He tried to calm my nerves, but something inside me was still on edge. I couldn’t let it go. The woman’s words echoed in my mind, and I felt the need to dig deeper into Scott’s past.

Days later, I ran into her again, this time at a café. She looked at me with urgency in her eyes, and this time, the truth came crashing down. She wasn’t just a stranger—she was Scott’s ex-wife. And the baby she had been holding? It was their child. A child born after Scott had left her.

“You need to leave, Everly,” she said, her voice frantic. “Scott’s past is darker than you realize. He’s tied to people who could ruin your life.”

I was stunned, the world spinning around me. My mind couldn’t process it all. How had I ended up here, in the middle of a tangled web of secrets and lies?

I returned home, my mind racing. I was haunted by everything the woman had said. And then, as I walked through the house, the truth hit me with a force I couldn’t ignore—I was pregnant.

As Amanda’s warning echoed in my ears, I couldn’t help but wonder: could I trust Scott? Or had I unknowingly walked into a life filled with secrets far more dangerous than I could ever imagine?

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