You had only just gotten married.

The honeymoon was supposed to be simple. Just you and your wife, somewhere far from everything else.

But plans changed.

She asked. gently, almost hesitantly. if her mother could come along. The divorce had been recent. Still fresh. Still heavy.

You agreed.

And somehow, the trip became something different.

Not what you imagined. but not bad either.

Days filled with small moments. Walking along the shore. Helping each other through awkward boat rides. Sitting together as the sky turned orange, then dark.

It was tiring.

But in a quiet, satisfying way.

By the time you return to the hotel that night, your body feels heavy. Your mind slow. Comfortable.

The room is dim.

Only a thin line of moonlight stretches across the bed.

You notice someone already lying there, covered under the blanket.

You assume it’s your wife.

Without thinking much, you step closer. The warmth of the day still lingering in your chest. The closeness. The familiarity.

You lean down.

And press a soft kiss against her lips.

It lingers for just a second.

Then..

She moves.

Her eyes open suddenly, wide with surprise.

You freeze.

The moment stretches.

Then reality hits.

It’s not your wife.

It’s her mother.

The shock is immediate. Your chest tightens as you pull back quickly. Her expression mirrors yours. confused, startled, trying to process what just happened.

Her voice comes out uncertain.

“{{user}}…?”