During the wedding, the bride went to the restroom for a few minutes, but a cleaner stopped her at the door and quietly said, “Your groom put something in your glass. I don’t know what, but don’t drink from it.” 😱

The bride believed his words. Returning to the hall, she discreetly switched the glasses, and then something happened that horrified everyone. 😨😲

Nina closed the door to the ladies’ room behind her and only then allowed herself to stop. She stood in front of the mirror, unable to comprehend that she was now a bride.

She knew she should be happy, but there was nothing inside.

Music boomed through the wall. The toastmaster shouted into the microphone, guests laughed, and someone clapped. Her father had probably already had more than his share of drinks. He loved celebrations, and today especially. But Nina felt only fatigue and a strange uneasiness.

She adjusted her veil and took a deep breath as the door quietly opened. The gray head of an old employee appeared in the doorway. His name was Michael. He’d worked for their family for many years.

“Girl, don’t drink from your glass,” he said quietly, without looking up. “Your fiancé put something in it. White powder. I saw it from the back room.”

He said it quickly, as if afraid he’d change his mind, and immediately closed the door.

But how could this be?

Greg seemed so reliable. He’d appeared in her life after her first husband died two years ago. Then, everything had happened suddenly. A car accident. They said the brakes had failed.

That’s when Greg showed up. Her father’s friend. Confident, calm, businesslike. He helped with the funeral, handled the paperwork, drove her father to the doctors when he started having heart problems.

Her father was happy. He saw Greg as a reliable man and a future partner. He’d already mentioned business and the position.

But now the janitor’s words wouldn’t leave his head.

Nina returned to the room. Greg was sitting at the head of the table, loudly chanting something.

Two glasses, tied with ribbons, stood in front of them.

Nina sat down next to her. Greg leaned toward her and placed his hand on her knee under the table. His touch was harsh and unpleasant.

“Where have you been?” he asked quietly. “The toastmaster is already waiting. The main toast is coming.”

“I needed to straighten my dress,” she replied, trying to keep her voice steady.

Greg smiled, but his gaze remained cold.

“Are you finished? Now pull yourself together.”

The music grew louder. The toastmaster raised his glass. Greg turned away for a second, and at that moment Nina carefully swapped their glasses.

And then something happened that left the bride absolutely horrified 😲🫣

Greg almost finished his glass in one gulp. He smiled as he set it down on the table, but a minute later his expression changed. The smile vanished, as if it had been wiped away. He frowned, looked around, and grabbed the edge of the tablecloth sharply.

“I don’t feel well,” he said and tried to stand.

The chair creaked, and Greg staggered. The guests at first thought he’d had too much to drink, but the laughter quickly died down. His hands shook more and more, and his breathing became ragged.

Nina sat nearby, motionless.

Greg tried to get up, but this time he simply slid off the chair and collapsed on the floor. Someone screamed, someone jumped up.

While they called an ambulance, Greg lay on his back, breathing heavily. He was conscious and looked at Nina, as if trying to say something.

When the paramedics arrived, they took him away. The confused guests, his crying father, and Nina remained in the hall.

That night, in the hospital, everything became clear.

The powder wasn’t poison. It was a powerful sleeping pill with an additive that caused a short-term loss of control and confusion.

Greg had hoped that Nina would lose her strength immediately after the toast. He knew she hardly drank and that the bride’s glass would be drained to the bottom.

He wasn’t looking for love or family.

Her father’s business was structured so that after the wedding, Greg would have signatory authority and access to the accounts.

That same evening, he planned to take Nina home, claim she was ill from nerves, and process the paperwork in her name while she was unconscious.