On my wedding night, I accidentally waved my hand to the white towel at the end of the bed, what happened next made me panic.

April 20, 2022 06:56 GMT+7

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I met Thang at a friend’s birthday party. During the party, he took the initiative to talk to me.

Later, the more I talked, the more I saw that he was an educated person, talented in many aspects. That’s why after that party, I gave him my phone number for easy contact.

After knowing each other for about 2 weeks, he confessed. Thang said, from the moment he met me, he liked me. Meanwhile, I also like him so I nod as a girlfriend.

During the 4 months of our relationship, we only spent weekends together because we were both busy on weekdays.

Every time he went on a date, he would come pick me up to eat, go to the movies, and then wander around the streets… Absolutely Thang never mentioned “that”. This makes me feel more secure when I love him because I think Thang is a decent man.

Thang quickly brought me home to meet his family to consider getting married because he was 35 years old.

Since the day I came back to visit, Thang’s mother also constantly urged to get married, she even went to see the date to pick me up as a bride there.

Like an arrow on a bow, we headed to the wedding even though my friends kept telling me to risk it because I fell in love too quickly. At that time, I felt that I understood Thang, so there was no hurry in this matter.

However, on my wedding night, I was disappointed and deeply regretted. That night was my first time with my husband, but the “thousand of gold” I gave to my first love 3 years ago. I never thought this would be a barrier that would make me unworthy of love…

That day, after I finished cleaning up the wedding ceremony, I lazily walked back to the room, and Thang was already lying on the bed waiting. Seeing me come in, he took the initiative to meet me and carry him to the bed. Although a bit tired, I still pamper him…

While we were giving each other a sweet kiss, I suddenly reached for a towel that was already on the bed. I bewilderedly asked him what this is, and Thang calmly said: “You still ask me this? Mom wants to see if you’re still a virgin when you enter my house? I also think that’s normal, so I agreed with her…”.

Then my awkward conversation with my husband:

“- But I…

– But how do I? Don’t tell me I’ve had a man “touch” you before? Do I keep it for you?

– I… I… That was in the past and before I knew you, right?

– Then it can’t be. I put my shirt on. I don’t marry someone who is no longer chaste. Seeing her gentle and educated, I decided to love her. Who would have thought that I was like those easy-going people.”

After saying that, Thang pulled my hand and pushed me to the ground. I’m embarrassed because I don’t think there are still people so old-fashioned these days.

When I was still crying because I was so humiliated, Thang’s mother stood outside and kept knocking: “How’s it going, Thang? Why is A. crying? Have you tried it yet?”.

I am terrified of my husband’s family. Then with some force urging me to get up, I opened the door and ran out of his house. I think I have to get out of this place as soon as possible because even if I stayed, with the old-fashioned and patriarchal Thang family, I wouldn’t be able to live.

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