I knew from the beginning that this wedding would be the perfect backdrop for the secret to be revealed. Greg thought he had it all figured out, but what he didn’t know was that the detonator was in my hands.
Greg and I’s wedding was like something out of a fairy tale. Greg stood at the altar and glowed. To him, it was the beginning of our perfect life. But for me, it was the end of a beautiful lie.
The reception went like a dream: champagne toasts, laughter across the lawn, his parents acting like perfect relatives.
Smiling, even dancing with Greg like everything was fine. But inside, I was just waiting for the right moment to drop the bomb.
As the evening went on, Greg became more and more eager for our wedding night. His hands lingered a little too long, his eyes glistening with anticipation. But I was focused on my own plan.
When the guests left and his parents retired to the guest rooms downstairs, Greg led me into the bedroom given to us by his parents for our first night as husband and wife. He closed the door and the air in the room instantly changed.
He slowly walked over to me, placing his hands on my wedding dress. “I’ve been waiting all night for this,” he whispered into my neck.
“Me too,” I replied with a smile.
He carefully unzipped the zipper on my dress.
On my torso was a temporary but incredibly realistic tattoo – the face of Sarah, his ex-girlfriend, and the words he’d said to her the night before our wedding:
“One last taste of freedom before being with the same body forever.”
Greg fell to his knees. “No… this can’t be…”
“How did you know?” – He stammered.
“Sarah couldn’t wait for you to dump your betrayal in my face,” I replied coldly. “So I made sure you never forgot it.”
Footsteps were heard outside. Marianne and James, his parents, burst into the room.
“What’s going on?” asked Marianne, looking around at the surroundings.
Her face went pale. Her gaze stopped on the tattoo. James, always silent, didn’t need to say a word. His clenched jaw and fists said it all.
“It’s simple,” I said calmly. “Greg cheated on me. With his ex. The night before our wedding.”
Marianne crouched on the edge of the bed, stunned. James froze in place. Greg was left lying on the floor crying.
“Gregory,” James growled. “Is it true?”
He didn’t answer.
Marianne let out a suppressed sob. James’s eyes burned with anger.
Greg tried to defend himself. “It was a mistake… I didn’t mean to…”
“It wasn’t a mistake,” I snapped back. “It was a choice. You betrayed me. And now you’re going to face the consequences.”
He begged for forgiveness. “Please, Lilith…I love you…”
I laughed.
“You love me? Greg, you don’t even know what love is. If you did know, you wouldn’t have done what you did.”
He crawled over to me, “Please…I’m begging you.”
I stepped back. “It’s over. You destroyed us the moment you crawled to Sarah.”
James stepped forward, his voice like thunder.
“Get up,” he commanded. “Stand up and face what you’ve done.”
Greg slowly stood up. He looked pathetic in his wrinkled tuxedo, with a tear-stained face-a man who had lost everything.
I turned to his parents.
“I’m leaving,” I announced, my voice firm. “He’s your problem now.”
But I was already ready. I threw on my robe, covering my tattoo, and headed for the door.
“Lilith!” – he shouted after me. “I can change! I’ll fix everything!”
I didn’t even turn around. I had nothing more to say.
As I walked down the stairs, I heard James’ voice – low, fierce, cutting through the silence:
“This is what you did, Greg. You’ve ruined everything.”
And then the house was filled with Greg’s intermittent sobs.
But they didn’t touch me.
I walked out of that house with my head held high.
Free of lies.
Free from betrayal.
Free from Greg.
