On my wedding night, my husband brought his mistress and forced me to watch them being intimate. One hour later… It was the night of our wedding. I sat at the edge of the bed, still wearing my wedding dress, waiting for him. I thought he was just coming back from the bathroom. But I was wrong. He opened the door—and she walked in right behind him. A strong, expensive perfume filled the room. She wore a tight red dress, and her smile sent a chill down my spine. “Why is this woman here?” I asked.