It was supposed to be the happiest ending — a wedding, a white dress, vows of eternal love. But for Kuznetsova Sergeyevna, everything felt different. Each day leading up to her marriage with seventy-year-old Pyotr Arkadyevich was heavy with dread.

Her mother insisted: “You must marry him, this is your chance at a good life. He’s caring, reliable — you’ll never struggle.” But inside, Sergeyevna couldn’t silence her fear. The age gap was too enormous. She couldn’t stop thinking: what future awaits her next to a man old enough to be her grandfather?

The Wedding Preparations and Silent Despair

During the dress fitting, as her mother adjusted the veil and reminded her that “this is the right path,” Sergeyevna felt only suffocation. She wasn’t choosing — she was obeying. Every smile she forced was just a mask, hiding a storm inside her.

One month later, the wedding took place. Guests clapped, raised toasts, and showered the couple with blessings. Pyotr Arkadyevich radiated joy, proudly holding the hand of his young bride. Yet Sergeyevna stood there, empty, cold, her heart sinking deeper at the thought of the wedding night.

The Night That Changed Everything

As the last guests left and the music faded, the moment arrived. Sergeyevna walked slowly down the hallway toward her husband’s room. Each step felt like she was walking not toward a new life, but toward a prison sentence.

Then she heard it — muffled voices behind the door. She stopped, pressing her ear closer. At first, she thought she was imagining things. But the whispers grew clearer.

Her pulse raced. With trembling hands, she pushed the door open — and froze.

A Shattering Revelation

What she saw made her blood run cold. On the bed sat two figures — her husband and her mother. Their closeness left no doubt about what was happening.

The voices she had heard belonged to them. The same mother who had pushed her into this marriage, who had insisted it was the “right decision,” was now with the very man she was forced to marry.

In an instant, everything became clear. The endless pressure, the urgency, the insistence — it hadn’t been about her future at all. It had been about her mother’s secret desires.

The Collapse of Her World

Sergeyevna stood frozen, unable to breathe, unable to cry. Memories of the last few weeks flashed before her — the fittings, the vows, the cheers of the guests. All of it was nothing but a cover for betrayal.

Rage mixed with despair. How could her own mother, the person she trusted most, throw her into a marriage while secretly keeping her own ties with this man? What was she to them — a pawn, a sacrifice?

Aftermath of the Night

She couldn’t stay. That very night, still in her wedding dress, Sergeyevna ran out into the darkness of the street. Tears blinded her, her heart shattered. One question echoed in her head: “Why me? Why was I the one to pay the price for their lies?”

Her world, already fragile, was destroyed completely. She wasn’t just a young bride trapped in a marriage she hadn’t chosen — she was a daughter betrayed in the cruellest way possible.

This was not simply a story of an arranged marriage. It was the cry of a young woman robbed of her choice, used for someone else’s gain. And the cruelest part — the betrayal came not from strangers, but from her own mother.