Only she remembered what happened on her wedding. The day had started like any other fairy tale – the sun shining bright, the church bells ringing, and her walking down the aisle to meet the love of her life. But as she exchanged vows with her husband, a creeping sense of dread settled over her.


She remembered the moment the guests' faces began to distort, their smiles twisting into grotesque grins. The sound of their applause turned into an unsettling chant, echoing through the church like a dark incantation. And her husband's eyes – once filled with love – turned cold and black, as if something ancient and malevolent lurked behind them.


As the night wore on, the celebration descended into chaos. The music warped into discordant screams, and the cake seemed to writhe and twist like a living thing. She recalled the feeling of her husband's hand grasping hers, his grip tightening like a vice as he pulled her into a dance that felt more like a macabre waltz.


But when she woke the next morning, everything was perfect. The wedding photos showed happy smiles, the cake was untouched, and her husband's eyes sparkled with love. Everyone acted as if nothing had happened – as if the night had been a blissful dream. Everyone except her.


As the days passed, she began to question her own sanity. Was it all just a product of wedding-day jitters? But the memories lingered, haunting her. And then, she started to notice strange changes in her husband. His eyes would flicker black for a moment, and his smile would falter, revealing something sinister beneath.


One night, she woke to find him standing over her, his eyes fully consumed by darkness. "You remember, don't you?" he whispered, his voice no longer his own. "You remember what we did." And in that moment, she knew she was trapped in a living nightmare – a horror that would haunt her for t