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\u201cNo, it\u2019s not possible!\u201d My husband\u2019s 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.<\/p>\n
I had a perfect fairytale wedding. Greg stood at the end of the aisle, beaming like he\u2019d just won the lottery. He thought it was the beginning of a perfect life together, but I knew the truth.<\/p>\n
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A bride with a sly smile | Source: Midjourney<\/p>\n
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\u2019s parents played the role of doting in-laws. After all, their perfect little boy deserved a perfect day, right?<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
Greg thought he knew me. He thought he knew me perfectly, but he was wrong.<\/p>\n
As the night wore on, Greg\u2019s anticipation for our wedding night became almost unbearable. He couldn\u2019t hide it, even if he tried.<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
We finally said our goodbyes to the guests, thanking them for coming and accepting their compliments on how beautiful the place was. Greg\u2019s parents stayed downstairs in the guest rooms, which gave us some privacy, and Greg was eager to show me upstairs.<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
He was almost dizzy when he closed the door behind us.<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ve been waiting all night for this,\u201d he murmured against my neck, his breath warm and full of promise.<\/p>\n
I smiled, a small, secret smile he couldn\u2019t see. \u201cMe too.\u201d<\/p>\n
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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\u2019t the slightest idea.<\/p>\n
When the dress finally fell to the ground, I turned around slowly. I\u2019ll 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.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo\u2026\u201d His voice cracked, barely above a whisper. \u201cNo, no, no! This can\u2019t be happening!\u201d<\/p>\n
Greg\u2019s ex, Sarah\u2019s, tattoo stretched across my chest to my waist. The words he\u2019d spoken to her the night before our wedding were perfectly written beneath her face: \u201d One last taste of freedom before being bound to the same body forever.\u201d<\/p>\n
It was temporary, of course. But Greg didn\u2019t know that. It was genuine enough to bring him to his knees.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow did you know?\u201d he said, sobbing, his gaze fixed on the tattoo.<\/p>\n
\u201cSarah was only too eager to bring your betrayal under my nose,\u201d I spat.<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t mean it,\u201d he sobbed, his voice thick with regret. \u201cI\u2019m so sorry, I didn\u2019t mean it!\u201d<\/p>\n
That\u2019s when we heard the footsteps. Marianne and James burst through the door, their faces full of worry.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat\u2019s going on?\u201d Marianne\u2019s voice trembled as her eyes darted between her sobbing son and me. Then her gaze fell on the tattoo. Her face went white<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s simple,\u201d I replied. \u201cGreg cheated on me.\u201d<\/p>\n
Marianne\u2019s breath filled the room, sharp and full of disbelief. James, Greg\u2019s 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\u2019t swallow.<\/p>\n
He wasn\u2019t very talkative, but the tension in his clenched fists, the way his jaw clenched\u2014it spoke volumes. It was all there, in his expression.<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
Marianne\u2019s gaze returned to Greg, her lips twitching. \u201cGreg? Is this true?\u201d<\/p>\n
She took a shaky step toward him, her voice fragile, as if begging him to tell her that what she was seeing wasn\u2019t real, that her son couldn\u2019t have done something so unforgivable.<\/p>\n
Greg didn\u2019t answer. He couldn\u2019t. His whole body was shaking, his shoulders heaving as sobs wracked his chest.<\/p>\n
\u201cTell me!\u201d Marianne\u2019s voice cracked, breaking under the strain of her disbelief. \u201cTell me it\u2019s not true!\u201d<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
\u201cGregory,\u201d he growled, his voice low and dangerous. \u201cIs that true?\u201d<\/p>\n
Yet Greg couldn\u2019t 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.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe slept with her the night before our wedding,\u201d I said, my voice cutting through the tension like a knife. \u201cHe told her he needed one last taste of freedom before being bound to the same body forever.\u201d<\/p>\n
Marianne let out a sob, collapsing onto the edge of the bed as her world crumbled around her.<\/p>\n
Jacques\u2019s face darkened. His nostrils flared as he looked at his son. Disgust and disappointment were evident in his expression.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou have dishonored this family,\u201d he spat, his voice tight with fury. \u201cHow dare you? How could you betray Lilith like this?\u201d<\/p>\n
Greg looked up, his eyes wild with panic. \u201cI\u2019m sorry,\u201d he choked out, his voice barely audible. \u201cI didn\u2019t mean for this to happen. I made a mistake.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA mistake?\u201d I repeated, my voice rising in disbelief.\u201cYou call it a mistake to sleep with your ex the night before our wedding?\u201d I stepped closer to him, the rage I\u2019d been holding back finally surfacing. \u201cNo, you made a choice, Greg. A deliberate, calculated choice to betray me. And now you\u2019re paying for it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Greg turned his tear-stained face toward me, his eyes wide with despair. \u201cPlease, Lilith\u2026 please, I love you. I didn\u2019t mean for any of this to happen. I\u2019d do anything! But please, don\u2019t leave me.\u201d<\/p>\n
I laughed then, a cold, hollow sound that echoed around the room.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou love me? You love me?\u201d I said, shaking my head in disbelief. \u201cGreg, you don\u2019t know anything about love. If you did, you wouldn\u2019t have done what you did. You wouldn\u2019t have betrayed me like that.\u201d<\/p>\n
He approached me, his hands shaking, his eyes pleading. \u201cPlease\u2026 I\u2019m begging you.\u201d<\/p>\n
I took a step back, letting him fall, my eyes hard and unfeeling. \u201cIt\u2019s over, Greg. It\u2019s over. You destroyed us the moment you decided to crawl back to Sarah.\u201d<\/p>\n
His father, James, then stepped forward, his voice a low growl.<\/p>\n
\u201cStand up,\u201d he ordered Greg, his patience finally wearing thin. \u201cStand up and face what you\u2019ve done.\u201d<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
I turned to Marianne and James, who were still trying to digest the fallout. Marianne\u2019s face was red and swollen from crying, while Jacques\u2019s expression was a storm of disappointment and fury.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m leaving,\u201d I announced, my voice calm and steady, the decision final. \u201cYou can take care of him now.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLilith, please,\u201d Greg begged one last time, his voice breaking. \u201cPlease don\u2019t go.\u201d<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
\u201cLilith,\u201d Greg called after me, his voice full of despair. \u201cI\u2019m going to change! I\u2019m going to make things right!\u201d<\/p>\n
But I didn\u2019t even bother to reply. There was nothing more to say.<\/p>\n
As I walked out of the room, I heard James\u2019s voice, deep and furious, break through the silence. \u201cThis is what you did, Greg. You ruined everything.\u201d<\/p>\n
And then, Greg\u2019s pitiful sobs. His cries echoed through the house, but they didn\u2019t 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.<\/p>\n
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