While toasting and cutting the wedding cake at their reception, Sylvie and Rob bask in the beauty of their day. Until the wedding cake reveals something strange inside. Only for Diane, Rob’s mother, to stand up and reveal more secrets. I’ve gone from blushing bride to being absolutely crushed by my husband, Rob. It was supposed to be the happiest day of my life. But it turned into a nightmare that I’m still reeling from. I thought I knew everything about Rob, the man I was going to marry. But now, I realize that I didn’t know him at all.
Rob and I had been together for three years. And during that time, he had been perfect. He was successful, charming, and always making me feel like I was his entire world. When he proposed, I thought that all the puzzle pieces were falling into place. I slid into wedding planning with ease; it was stressful, I won’t lie. But the excitement carried me through. I couldn’t wait to marry the man I loved in the dream wedding that I had created for us.
The day started out exactly as I imagined it. I had my hair and makeup done at the hotel we were getting married. And Rob was in the room next door with his groomsmen.
We had our bridal photoshoot before the ceremony, and then it was time to make our relationship official to God and the law. The ceremony was beautiful, Rob was his usual smooth-talking, charming self, and everyone was having the best time. I was floating. I don’t know if it was the live band or the fairy lights, but everything was beyond my wildest dreams. My heart was full of love and happiness, and I remember looking at Rob and thinking that I was the luckiest woman in the world.
After dinner, it was time for toasts and cutting the cake. It was a stunning cake. Three tiers of white French vanilla frosting, delicate roses, and silver details adorned the cake, and honestly, it looked like a work of art. Rob and I stood together, ready to cut the first slice while everyone watched. I was glowing with happiness, my wedding ring glittering in the light. But as the knife went in, something felt wrong. The cake didn’t slice smoothly as any cake would have.
Instead, the knife met some resistance, as though there was something solid at first. I laughed it off, figuring that maybe we had hit one of the columns holding the cake together. But when we pulled out the slice of cake, ready to slide it onto the white plate, my breath caught in my throat. It wasn’t a deep chocolate or even charcoal, which was a craze. No, it was pitch-black and like sludge, or ink. It was… disgusting. The whispers started immediately, and I could feel eyes burning into us. I turned to Rob, expecting him to explain, but he looked just as stunned as I was.