“No, this can’t be!” My husband’s anticipation of our wedding night turned to horror when I took off my wedding dress. All day long, I had kept the secret of what was hidden under the dress, but finally the time had come to reveal the shocking truth.
I had the perfect fairytale wedding. Greg stood at the end of the aisle, beaming as if he had just won the lottery. Greg thought this was the beginning of our perfect life together, but I knew the truth.
The perfect bubble we lived in was about to burst. But not now, not until I was ready to burst it.
The reception went off without a hitch: champagne glasses clinked, laughter echoed across the perfectly manicured lawns, and Greg’s parents played the role of caring relatives. After all, their perfect baby deserved a perfect day, didn’t he?
And me? I played my part. I smiled at the right moments and laughed when someone told us a joke. I even danced with Greg as if everything was just wonderful.
Greg thought he knew me. He thought he knew everything about me, but he was wrong.
As the night went on, Greg became more and more excited about our wedding night, and it became almost unbearable. He couldn’t hide it, and he didn’t try.
His touches were too long, and his smile was too wide. I felt like an actress 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.
Finally, we said goodbye to our guests, thanking them for coming and accepting their compliments on how wonderful everything was. Greg’s parents stayed downstairs in the guest rooms, giving us some privacy, and Greg couldn’t wait for me to come upstairs.
His hand squeezed mine tightly as he led me to the master bedroom, the very one his parents had kindly allowed us to use for our first night together as husband and wife. How poetic.
As he closed the door behind us, he was practically jubilant.
The atmosphere in the room changed, the excitement in the air almost palpable. I saw it in his eyes as he approached me, his hands already reaching for the zipper of my wedding dress.
“I’ve been waiting for this all night,” he whispered in my ear, his breath hot and full of promise.
I smiled—a small, secret smile that he couldn’t see. “Me too.”
He carefully unzipped my dress. I stood completely still, my heart pounding wildly. He wanted it so badly, so sure of what would happen next. And he had no idea.
When the dress finally fell to the floor, I slowly turned around. I will 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, trying to keep his balance.
“No…” His voice broke, barely a whisper. “No, no, no! This can’t be!”
Greg’s ex-girlfriend Sarah’s tattoo stretched across my entire torso to my waist. Beneath her face were the words he had said to her the night before our wedding: “The last taste of freedom before I am forever tied to the same body.”
Of course, it was temporary. But Greg didn’t know that. It was convincing enough to make his knees buckle.
“How did you know?” He sobbed, his eyes fixed on the tattoo.
“Sara couldn’t wait to rub your betrayal in my face,” I hissed.
“I didn’t want to,” he sobbed, regret in his voice. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t want to!”
At that moment, we heard footsteps. Marianne and James burst through the door, their faces filled with concern.
“What’s going on?” Marianne’s voice trembled as her eyes darted between me and her sobbing son. Then her gaze fell on the tattoo. Her face turned pale.
“It’s simple,” I replied. “Greg cheated on me.”
Marianne’s sharp, incredulous sigh filled the room. James, Greg’s father, froze in the doorway. He had always been a calm and quiet man who let Marianne dramatize the situation. But this? This was something even he couldn’t swallow.
He wasn’t a talkative man, but the tension in his clenched fists and the way his jaw tightened meant he didn’t need to say anything. Everything was clear from the look on his face.
For a moment, silence reigned between us. The weight of the truth hung heavy in the air, suffocating. Greg was still lying on the floor, clutching his hair as if that could somehow keep him from falling apart completely.
Marianne’s gaze returned to Greg, her lips trembling. “Greg? Is it true?”
She took a shaky step toward him, her voice fragile, as if she were begging him to tell her that what she was seeing wasn’t real, that her son couldn’t have done something so unforgivable.
Greg didn’t answer. He couldn’t. His whole body was shaking, his shoulders shaking with sobs.
“Tell me!” Marianna’s voice broke, cracking under the weight of her disbelief. “Tell me it’s not true!”
James stepped forward. His face was like stone, but I could see the rage boiling beneath it. He towered over Greg, his hands clenched into fists, his whole body radiating barely contained fury.
“Gregory,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous. “Is this true?”
Greg still couldn’t bring himself to answer. The sobbing had subsided, but he remained lying on the floor, unable to come to terms with 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 he was tied to the same body forever.”
Marianne let out a stifled sob and collapsed onto the edge of the bed, her world crumbling around her.
James’s face darkened. His nostrils flared as he looked at his son. Disgust and disappointment fought for expression on his face.
“You have disgraced our family,” he hissed, his voice full of rage. “How dare you? How could you betray Lilith like this?”
Greg raised his head, panic splashing in his eyes. “I’m sorry,” he croaked, barely audible. “I didn’t mean for this to happen. I made a mistake.”
“A mistake?” I repeated, my voice rising in confusion.
“You call sleeping with your ex the night before our wedding a mistake?” I stepped closer to him, the rage I had been holding back finally bursting to the surface. “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 want any of this to happen. I’ll do anything! Just please don’t leave me.”
I laughed, a cold, hollow sound echoing through the room.
“You love me? You love me?” I shook my head in disbelief. “Greg, you know nothing about love. If you did, you wouldn’t have done what you did. You wouldn’t have betrayed me like that.”
He reached out to me, his hands trembling, his eyes pleading. “Please… I beg you.”
I stepped back, letting him fall, my gaze hard and unfeeling. “I’ve had enough, Greg. It’s over. You destroyed us the moment you decided to crawl to Sarah.”
His father, James, stepped forward, his voice sounding like a low growl.
“Get up,” he ordered Greg, his patience finally worn thin. “Get up and face what you’ve done.”
Greg hesitated for a moment, then slowly got to his feet, his knees still buckling beneath him. He looked so pathetic standing there in his rumpled wedding suit, his face streaked with tears, his whole world collapsing around him.
I turned to Marianne and James, who were still trying to figure out what had happened. Marianne’s face was red and swollen from crying, and James’s expression was a storm of disappointment and rage.
“I’m leaving,” I announced, my voice even and calm, my decision final. “Now you can deal with him.”
“Lilith, please,” Greg pleaded one last time, his voice breaking. “Please don’t go.”
But I was ready. I turned away from him, from the mess of our ruined wedding night, and reached for my robe. Throwing it over my shoulders to hide the tattoo, I headed for the door.
“Lilith,” Greg called after me, his voice full of despair. “I’ll change! I’ll make it right!”
But I didn’t even bother to answer. I had nothing more to say.
As I left the room, I heard James’ voice, low and furious, ringing out in the silence. “Look what you’ve done, Greg. You’ve ruined everything.”
And then there were Greg’s pitiful sobs. His cries echoed through the house, but they didn’t bother me. I went downstairs, feeling lighter with every step. I was free. Free from him, from the lies, from the betrayal.
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This work is inspired by real events and people, but for creative purposes, it has been fictionalized. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.
