What My Husband Did on Our Wedding Night Will Leave You Speechless!

On the night of our wedding, my husband Scott wanted to be close, but I was too tired and asked if we could wait. Being the kind man he was, Scott agreed with a kiss goodnight. I thought that was the end of the night, but I was wrong.

In the middle of the night, I woke up feeling the bed move. I turned and saw Scott holding a baby. I was shocked when he told me her name was Ella, his orphaned niece.

“Everly, this is Ella,” he said nervously. “She’s my niece. My stepsister, Maya, is gone. I just found out about her a few weeks ago.”

That was the start of a long night of surprises.
“I was scared you’d leave if I told you about her,” Scott admitted.

“How could you hide this from me?” I asked. “What’s the plan now? Are we going to adopt her?”

“I haven’t thought about that yet,” Scott replied, avoiding the question.

The next morning, sunlight filled the house, but I couldn’t stop thinking about what happened. Questions filled my mind. Who was Ella’s mother? Why didn’t Scott tell me about her before? And what would this mean for our new marriage?

Scott explained that Maya, his stepsister, had no contact with the family. So why did he take responsibility for Ella?

As we started caring for Ella in Scott’s grand home, things became harder. Doubts filled my mind, and the secrets about Scott’s past bothered me.

Weeks passed, and the distance between us grew. I felt betrayed, and Scott’s attempts to fix things didn’t help.
“Maybe we should find a foster family for Ella,” I suggested.

“Foster family? That’s not an option,” Scott said firmly.

“Someone else might be a better mother than me—”

“Is this why you think I married you? Just to take care of Ella?” Scott asked.

“Yes!”

“You’re being unreasonable!”

The next day, I took Ella to the beach, hoping the waves would calm my thoughts. While I was lost in thought, a strange woman approached us.

Her eyes were cold, and she looked at me and Ella with disdain. “Scott’s daughter?” she asked bitterly.

Her words made me uneasy. She seemed to know more about Scott than I did. Could she have answers to the questions I had?

When I got home, I confronted Scott, and he finally admitted that Ella was his daughter. Heartbroken, I packed my bags and left.

Despite everything, Scott’s love for Ella made me reconsider. I forgave him and returned. Just as things seemed to settle, I received a mysterious message:
“Maya’s not the only secret Scott’s buried.”

The message shook me. Gathering courage, I called the number included. A voice told me to meet at a café and not to tell Scott.

At the café, a woman introduced herself as Scott’s ex-wife and showed me a baby named Renee.
“Scott’s ex-wife?” I said, shocked.

“You need to be careful. Scott isn’t who you think he is. He’s using you,” she warned.

I asked her how she knew, and she said, “Maya found out the truth. When she tried to expose him, she had her accident.”

Days later, I discovered I was pregnant. I decided to terminate the pregnancy, remembering the woman’s words: “He wants you to have a male child for his cult.”

When Scott found out, he was furious. Just as he was about to hit me, the police arrived, along with Amanda, Scott’s ex-wife. Her presence gave me a sense of safety.

I smiled as I looked out toward the police car and into the camera.

“Cut! That was perfect!” the director shouted. Scott, my real husband and co-star, laughed and hugged me.

“You were amazing, Everly! I’m so proud of you,” he said.

This was all for a short film we worked on together. The idea came to Scott on our wedding night when he was holding his niece, which led to a funny misunderstanding.

This journey, full of emotions, reminded us that even in chaos, there’s beauty. Every twist in life holds a story, a lesson, and a chance to smile.