n my wedding day, my husband sl@mmed my face into our wedding cake. I realized “I leave now… or I may never leave alive”. What I did next left the entire room “in dead silence…”
PART 1
The first thing my husband did after cutting our wedding cake was grab the back of my neck and slam my face into it. The second thing he did was laugh while two hundred people stared—and that was the moment I thought, I leave now… or I may never leave alive.
For three seconds, I didn’t move.
Buttercream filled my nose. Champagne-soaked laughter rippled through the grand ballroom. My cheek burned where it had struck the hard wooden cake platform beneath the frosting.
Then I heard Luca’s mother, Wendy, shriek with delight from the front row.
“Oh, look at her! Luca, you completely ruined her makeup!”
