My Wedding Cake Turned out to Be Black inside with a Creepy “Surprise” – I Went Pale When I Discovered Who Did This and Why
Sylvie and Rob enjoy the beauty of their wedding day at their reception as they toast and cut the wedding cake. Until the bizarre stuff inside the wedding cake is revealed. Only for Rob’s mother Diane to come forward and spill more beans…

From a blushing bride, my husband Rob has me completely smitten. It was meant to be the most joyous day of my life. However, it evolved into a nightmare from which I’m still recovering.
Rob was the man I was going to marry, and I believed I knew everything about him. However, it dawns on me that I knew nothing about him.
I had been dating Rob for three years. And he had been flawless throughout that period. He was charming, successful, and always made me feel like I was his whole universe. I felt like the puzzle pieces were coming together when he proposed.
Sitting across from my mother in the kitchen, I said, “It’s finally happening.”
She responded, “I know, my darling,” as she pushed a platter of scones in my direction. “This is your chance. The new chapter in your life has begun.”
I’ll admit that organizing a wedding was stressful, but I slipped into it with ease. But I got through it because of the excitement. I was so excited to tie the knot with the man I loved at the fantasy wedding I had planned.
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<p>The day began precisely how I had envisioned. At the hotel where our wedding was taking place, I got my hair and makeup done. Rob and his groomsmen were in the adjacent room.</p>
<p>Before the ceremony, we had our bridal portrait taken, and then it was time to formally declare our union to God and the law. Rob was his normal charming, smooth-talking self, the ceremony was stunning, and everyone was having the time of their lives.</p>
<p>I was airborne. It might have been the fairy lights or the live band, but everything was better than I could have imagined. I recall thinking I was the luckiest woman alive, as I looked at Rob with my heart full of love and happiness.</p>
<p>It was time for cake cutting and toasts after supper.</p>
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<p>What an amazing cake. To be honest, the cake looked like a work of beauty, with delicate blooms, silver accents, and three layers of white French vanilla icing. As everyone watched, Rob and I stood side by side, prepared to cut the first slice. My wedding ring was sparkling in the light, and I was beaming with joy.</p>
<p>But there was a strange sensation when the knife entered. The cake did not slice easily like a typical cake would. Rather, the knife encountered some resistance, as if there was initially something substantial. I shrugged it off, thinking that perhaps we had collided with a column that supported the cake.</p>
<p>However, when we took out the cake slice, prepared to place it on the white dish, my breath caught.</p>
<p>The cake had a dark interior.</p>
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<p>It wasn’t the craze of charcoal or even dark chocolate. No, it was completely black and resembled ink or muck. It was… repulsive.</p>
<p>I could immediately feel eyes searing into us as the whispering began. I looked to Rob, thinking he would explain, but he appeared as shocked as I was.</p>
<p>I saw it at that point. A tiny object sticking out of the cake. With my fingers dripping with frosting, I reached into the cake and extracted a small figure.</p>
<p>It was a synthetic infant.</p>
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<p>With the blood dripping from my face, I gazed at it. There was no way this was someone’s terrible way of telling me that I wasn’t pregnant. I was unable to comprehend what was going on.</p>
<p>Which dark joke was this? Looking around the room, I was expecting someone to clarify or for Rob to chuckle and call it a practical joke. However, nobody moved. Nobody said anything.</p>
<p>Diane, the mother of Rob, abruptly got up from her place at our parents’ table. Her voice cut through the whispers, and her face was expressionless and frigid.</p>
<p>“Everyone,” she said in a firm tone. “I need to say something!”</p>
<p>The whispers all ceased. My chest throbbed with my heartbeat. I had never expected Diane to get up in the middle of my wedding celebration like this, even though she had always been kind if a little distant from me.</p>
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<p>Rob’s fists were grasping the edge of the table, his eyes fixed on the floor.</p>
<p>“I’ve been concealing a secret,” Diane said, keeping her eyes on Rob. “It’s a secret that I can’t keep any longer.”</p>
<p>My stomach knot became tighter. Something horrible and terrible seemed to be seething beneath the surface. Rob remained still.</p>
<p>Diane remarked, “A few weeks ago, I got in touch with the bakery.” “I asked her to make the cake this way for a reason.”</p>
<p>“What? Why?” I enquired.</p>
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<p>She went on, “The black cake is a sign. A representation of the secrets my son Rob has been keeping. Secrets that this group of people, including you, ought to know.”</p>
<p>My husband was still staring down when I turned to face him.</p>
<p>I questioned, “What is she talking about?”</p>
<p>He remained silent. He blinked very seldom.</p>
<p>“Rob, you need to tell Sylvie the truth,” she responded. “You must inform her of everything. Tell her everything in front of us all right now.”</p>
<p>Rob’s quietness felt oppressive.</p>
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Diane was impatient for a response.
“I apologize, Sylvie,” she uttered. However, Rob has dated other women. numerous additional ladies.”
I felt the ground give way beneath me as her words weighed heavily in the atmosphere.
No.

This is not possible, at all. Rob cherished me. It had only been two hours since our wedding. How was he able to do this? He lied to me, how could he?
“And it gets worse,” continued Diane, her tone growing icier. “Several of them are pregnant thanks to him. Three children already exist, and one is on the way. Rob, is Candace not pregnant?
“What?” I let out a gasp.
The words Diane spoke to me felt like a sledgehammer, and I almost lost my kneecap. Are you expecting? My breathing was labored. The murmurs surrounding me intensified, but all I could see was Rob’s face. He seemed too embarrassed to even look at me as his eyes remained fixed on the floor.

With a gentle clink, the plastic baby bounced off the table after slipping from my fingers.
Diane continued after that.
“He’s a father,” she said again to Sylvie. “And he has abandoned them all.”
At last, my tears started to flow. This is not possible. I had been constructing a life with this man for the past three years. We had discussed our future and our desire to one day start a family of our own. And here I was at my wedding reception, learning that he was a father already.
“Is this true?” I questioned, raising my voice to a pitch I was unaware could be achieved. “Rob, is this true?”
He was silent for a very long time. His voice was hardly audible above a whisper when he eventually spoke.

“Yes,” he said. “It’s true, Sylvie.”
That was all it took for things to fall apart totally.
“I’m really sorry,” Diane murmured, casting a rather pitying glance at me. “I apologize, my love. I could not allow you to wed him in secret. This is not what you deserve.”
“But you did let me marry him!” I cried out. Why didn’t you act sooner? He could have informed me earlier! We must now file for an annulment of our marriage. It’s been a lie for the short hours that we’ve been married.”

Diane gave me a sidelong glance as though I had struck her. However, it was accurate. She ought to have said something sooner if she didn’t want me to wed her son. Not after we’d spent thousands of dollars, not after our marriage was legally recognized.
Anything to stop my heart from aching would have been nice, like screaming and throwing the cake across the room. However, I was unable to. Waves of betrayal crashed over me, leaving me nothing to do but stand there, immobilized.
Rob stepped in my direction, his eyes beseeching.
“Baby, allow me to clarify. Would you please?”
“No, don’t you dare speak to me!” I yelled at him.

My mouth tasted harsh as I read the words. This was not how I had ever spoken to Rob before. I had never been this angry with Rob before. I knew nothing I said would make him feel what I was feeling, even though I wanted to hurt him as much as he had hurt me.
I wiped the tears from my face with unsteady hands.

It was all over. I pivoted and made a break for it from the wedding. I just needed to get away, even though I had no idea where I was heading.
My father’s vehicle arrived at the end of the hotel driveway a short while later.
He said, “Get in, my darling.” “Let’s get you out of here.”
How would you have responded in that situation?