When she got married, the young woman could never have imagined that her husband would turn out to be such a pervert. She FROZE when she saw what he started doing on their wedding night…

“Come in, don’t be shy. You’re the lady of this house now,” said Ryan, gesturing toward the spacious living room. “Here is where we’ll welcome guests. That room in the back will be the nursery one day, and over there is our bedroom.”

He pointed to the room at the end of the hallway. “Go take a bath, then I’ll show you our little love nest.” Emma blushed and lowered her head.

But she had no choice. Ryan was her husband, and she had to fulfill her marital duty. She stayed in the shower for a long time under the cold stream of water. She didn’t know how much time had passed, but the loud knocking on the door quickly brought her back to reality.

“I’m coming!” Emma called out, turning off the water.
“Hurry up! I’m tired of waiting!” Ryan shouted, clearly annoyed. At that moment, Emma wished she could sink into the ground.

She had never felt such shame in her life. Exiting the bathroom, she saw her husband standing near the door.

“My love, come quickly—I’ve prepared everything!” he said with a smile.

Emma stepped into the room—and FROZE at what she saw.

In the center of the room stood an elegant table covered with a white tablecloth, two fine porcelain plates, and two crystal glasses. Candles were lit, and in the center was a bouquet of red roses in a silver vase. Beside the table stood Ryan, dressed in a sharp suit, holding a bottle of champagne.

“Surprise!” he said, beaming. “Our first dinner as husband and wife!”

Emma stood in the doorway, completely stunned. She was wearing only a bathrobe, her hair still damp, while he looked ready for a romantic dinner at a five-star restaurant.

“But… but I thought…” she began, suddenly feeling foolish.

Ryan raised an eyebrow. “What did you think, sweetheart?”

Emma blushed deeply. “Nothing, I just… wasn’t expecting dinner.”

He laughed, pulling out a chair for her. “We’ve got our whole lives for everything else. Tonight, I want to celebrate the start of our marriage properly.”

Embarrassed, yet pleasantly surprised, Emma sat down. Even though she wasn’t dressed for the occasion, Ryan didn’t seem to care. He poured champagne into their glasses, then raised a toast.

“To the most beautiful and special wife in the world!”

They clinked glasses, and Emma sipped the champagne, slowly starting to relax after the tense hours before. Ryan disappeared into the kitchen and returned with two covered plates.

“I hope you like steak in wine sauce,” he said, unveiling the dishes with a dramatic flair. “It’s my grandma’s recipe.”

“You cooked this?” Emma asked, astonished.

“Of course. Didn’t I tell you I’m a master chef?”

The next two hours passed like a dream. They ate, sipped champagne, and talked about their future together, their hopes, and their dreams. Ryan turned out to be a wonderful storyteller, making Emma laugh with childhood stories.

As they enjoyed dessert—a delicious chocolate mousse—Ryan reached for her hand.

“I know you probably expected something else tonight,” he said gently. “But I want you to know that, for me, our marriage is not just about… that. It’s about building a life together, getting to truly know each other, and enjoying every moment we share.”

Tears welled up in Emma’s eyes. Her whole life, she had been told that men only want one thing, and that her duty as a wife was to accept it. But now, here she was, sitting across from a man who seemed to want so much more—companionship, conversation, connection.

“Thank you for this wonderful evening,” she whispered.

Ryan smiled, stood up, and offered her his hand. “The night’s not over yet.”

He led her to the bedroom, where yet another surprise awaited. The room was decorated with rose petals and scented candles. On the nightstand sat an elegant box tied with a red ribbon.

“For you,” he said.

Emma opened the box with trembling hands. Inside was a delicate gold necklace with a small heart-shaped pendant.

“It’s beautiful,” she whispered, as he gently placed it around her neck.

“Not as beautiful as you,” he replied, kissing her softly on the forehead.

Then, to her surprise, Ryan scooped her into his arms and laid her gently on the bed. But instead of joining her, he leaned in for another kiss on the forehead.

“I know you’re tired after all the wedding excitement,” he said. “Rest. We have all the time in the world for everything else.”

“You don’t want to…” she began, confused.

Ryan smiled kindly. “I want you to be completely relaxed and happy when it happens. No pressure, no expectations. Just the two of us, when the moment feels right for both of us.”

That night, Emma fell asleep in her husband’s arms, wearing cozy pajamas, feeling more protected and loved than she ever thought possible. Her final thought before drifting off was how wrong she’d been about “marital duty” and what it truly meant to be a wife.

The next morning, when she woke up, she found breakfast waiting on the nightstand and a note that read:

“For the most beautiful morning of my life. I love you. — R.”

Emma thought of her friends who had told her horror stories about their wedding nights, of her mother’s advice to “endure” and “be a good wife.” And then she thought of the incredible man she had married—who had completely redefined what it meant to be a husband.

She had never been happier to be so completely wrong.

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