MOTHER OF THE NIGHTMARE
My husband, Liam, and I had just collapsed onto the bed in our beautiful honeymoon suite. The whirlwind of our wedding day had finally ended, and now it was just **us.**
The soft glow of candlelight, the faint scent of roses—everything was **perfect.**
**SLAM!**
The door shut.
### **Aftermath**
Liam **locked it. Twice.** Then he turned to me, utterly exhausted.
“She’s insane,” he muttered.
I sighed. “Yeah, but at least now we have a fun honeymoon story.”
He groaned, rubbing his face. “I can’t believe this.”
I smirked. “So… you still wanna risk it?”
Liam **snorted.** “If I go out tonight, at least I’ll die happy.”
We **both** burst out laughing.
And then?
We did exactly what his mother feared.
And guess what?
**Liam survived.**
