“No, it’s not possible!” My husband’s anticipation for our wedding night turned to horror when I took off my wedding dress. I had kept what was hidden under my dress a secret all day, but it was finally time for a shocking revelation.
I had a perfect fairytale wedding. Greg stood at the end of the aisle, beaming like he’d just won the lottery. He thought it was the beginning of a perfect life together, but I knew the truth.
A bride with a sly smile | Source: Midjourney
The perfect bubble we were living in was about to burst. But not yet, not until I was ready to burst it. The reception went off like a dream: champagne glasses clinked, laughter echoed across the perfectly manicured lawns, and Greg’s parents played the role of doting in-laws. After all, their perfect little boy deserved a perfect day, right?
And me? I played my part. I smiled at the right times and laughed when someone told us a joke. I even danced with Greg like everything was okay.
A couple on their wedding day | Source: Midjourney
Greg thought he knew me. He thought he knew me perfectly, but he was wrong.
As the night wore on, Greg’s anticipation for our wedding night became almost unbearable. He couldn’t hide it, even if he tried.
His caresses lingered too long and his smile was too wide. I felt like an artist on stage, playing a role that had been written for me long before I agreed to wear the dress. But I had my own script.
A bride | Source: Midjourney
We finally said our goodbyes to the guests, thanking them for coming and accepting their compliments on how beautiful the place was. Greg’s parents stayed downstairs in the guest rooms, which gave us some privacy, and Greg was eager to show me upstairs.
His hand tightened around mine as he led me to the master suite, the same one his parents had graciously allowed us to use for our first night together as husband and wife. How poetic.
He was almost dizzy when he closed the door behind us.
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The atmosphere in the room changed, the excitement in the air becoming almost tangible. I could see it in his eyes as he walked towards me, his hands already reaching for the zipper of my wedding dress.
“I’ve been waiting all night for this,” he murmured against my neck, his breath warm and full of promise.
I smiled, a small, secret smile he couldn’t see. “Me too.”
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He carefully unzipped my dress. I stood perfectly still, my heart pounding. He was so impatient, so confident in what was coming next. He hadn’t the slightest idea.
When the dress finally fell to the ground, I turned around slowly. I’ll never forget the look on his face when he saw what was underneath. He looked like a man standing on the edge of a cliff, teetering, trying to keep his balance.
“No…” His voice cracked, barely above a whisper. “No, no, no! This can’t be happening!”
A shocked man | Source: Midjourney
Greg’s ex, Sarah’s, tattoo stretched across my chest to my waist. The words he’d spoken to her the night before our wedding were perfectly written beneath her face: ” One last taste of freedom before being bound to the same body forever.”
It was temporary, of course. But Greg didn’t know that. It was genuine enough to bring him to his knees.
“How did you know?” he said, sobbing, his gaze fixed on the tattoo.
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“Sarah was only too eager to bring your betrayal under my nose,” I spat.
“I didn’t mean it,” he sobbed, his voice thick with regret. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean it!”
That’s when we heard the footsteps. Marianne and James burst through the door, their faces full of worry.
“What’s going on?” Marianne’s voice trembled as her eyes darted between her sobbing son and me. Then her gaze fell on the tattoo. Her face went white.
A shocked woman | Source: Midjourney
“It’s simple,” I replied. “Greg cheated on me.”
Marianne’s breath filled the room, sharp and full of disbelief. James, Greg’s father, stood frozen in the doorway. He was always the stoic, quiet guy who let Marianne deal with the drama. But this? This was something even he couldn’t swallow.
He wasn’t very talkative, but the tension in his clenched fists, the way his jaw clenched—it spoke volumes. It was all there, in his expression.
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For a moment, silence stretched between us. The weight of the truth hung in the air, heavy and suffocating. Greg was still on the ground, his hands clutching his hair as if that would keep him from completely collapsing.
Marianne’s gaze returned to Greg, her lips twitching. “Greg? Is this true?”
She took a shaky step toward him, her voice fragile, as if begging him to tell her that what she was seeing wasn’t real, that her son couldn’t have done something so unforgivable.
An emotional woman | Source: Midjourney
Greg didn’t answer. He couldn’t. His whole body was shaking, his shoulders heaving as sobs wracked his chest.
“Tell me!” Marianne’s voice cracked, breaking under the strain of her disbelief. “Tell me it’s not true!”
James stepped forward. His face was like stone, but I could see the fury simmering beneath the surface. He towered over Greg, his hands balled into fists, and his whole body radiated barely contained rage.
“Gregory,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous. “Is that true?”
An angry man | Source: Midjourney
Yet Greg couldn’t bring himself to answer. His sobs had subsided, but he lay crumpled on the floor, unable to face the reality of what he had done. I decided to intervene.
“He slept with her the night before our wedding,” I said, my voice cutting through the tension like a knife. “He told her he needed one last taste of freedom before being bound to the same body forever.”
Marianne let out a sob, collapsing onto the edge of the bed as her world crumbled around her.
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Jacques’s face darkened. His nostrils flared as he looked at his son. Disgust and disappointment were evident in his expression.
“You have dishonored this family,” he spat, his voice tight with fury. “How dare you? How could you betray Lilith like this?”
Greg looked up, his eyes wild with panic. “I’m sorry,” he choked out, his voice barely audible. “I didn’t mean for this to happen. I made a mistake.”
“A mistake?” I repeated, my voice rising in disbelief.
A furious woman | Source: Midjourney
“You call it a mistake to sleep with your ex the night before our wedding?” I stepped closer to him, the rage I’d been holding back finally surfacing. “No, you made a choice, Greg. A deliberate, calculated choice to betray me. And now you’re paying for it.”
Greg turned his tear-stained face toward me, his eyes wide with despair. “Please, Lilith… please, I love you. I didn’t mean for any of this to happen. I’d do anything! But please, don’t leave me.”
I laughed then, a cold, hollow sound that echoed around the room.
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“You love me? You love me?” I said, shaking my head in disbelief. “Greg, you don’t know anything about love. If you did, you wouldn’t have done what you did. You wouldn’t have betrayed me like that.”
He approached me, his hands shaking, his eyes pleading. “Please… I’m begging you.”
I took a step back, letting him fall, my eyes hard and unfeeling. “It’s over, Greg. It’s over. You destroyed us the moment you decided to crawl back to Sarah.”
His father, James, then stepped forward, his voice a low growl.
A furious man | Source: Midjourney
“Stand up,” he ordered Greg, his patience finally wearing thin. “Stand up and face what you’ve done.”
Greg hesitated for a moment, then slowly stood up, his knees still wobbling beneath him. He looked so pathetic, standing in his wrinkled wedding suit, his face streaked with tears, his whole world crumbling around him.
I turned to Marianne and James, who were still trying to digest the fallout. Marianne’s face was red and swollen from crying, while Jacques’s expression was a storm of disappointment and fury.
A serious woman | Source: Midjourney
“I’m leaving,” I announced, my voice calm and steady, the decision final. “You can take care of him now.”
“Lilith, please,” Greg begged one last time, his voice breaking. “Please don’t go.”
But I was already done. I turned away from him, from the mess of our ruined wedding night, and grabbed my bathrobe. I slipped it over my shoulders, covering the tattoo, and headed for the door.
“Lilith,” Greg called after me, his voice full of despair. “I’m going to change! I’m going to make things right!”
A man who pleads | Source: Midjourney
But I didn’t even bother to reply. There was nothing more to say.
As I walked out of the room, I heard James’s voice, deep and furious, break through the silence. “This is what you did, Greg. You ruined everything.”
And then, Greg’s pitiful sobs. His cries echoed through the house, but they didn’t touch me. I went down the stairs, feeling lighter with every step. I was free. Free of him, free of the lies, free of the betrayal.
A woman on a staircase | Source: Midjourney
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