On my wedding day, my husband slammed 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 d:ead silence…”
The first thing my husband did after we cut our wedding cake was grab the back of my neck and shove my face into it. The second was laugh while two hundred guests watched—and in that moment, one thought became terrifyingly clear: I leave now… or I may never leave alive.
For three seconds, I stayed still.
Buttercream clogged my nose as champagne-fueled laughter swept through the ballroom. My cheek stung where it had hit the wooden cake platform beneath the frosting.
Then Derek’s mother, Patricia, shrieked with delight.
“Oh, look at her! Derek, you ruined her makeup!”
Derek tightened his grip on my shoulder.
“Smile, Claire,” he whispered near my ear. “Don’t embarrass me.”
