I had been keeping a secret all day, one that would shatter the perfect fairytale wedding I had imagined.
Greg stood at the end of the aisle, smiling like he had won the lottery. To him, our wedding day was the beginning of our perfect life together.
I knew the truth, and that perfect bubble was about to burst.
The reception was magical — champagne clinking, laughter filling the air, and Greg’s parents smiling proudly. I played my part, smiling at the right moments, laughing at jokes, dancing with Greg like everything was normal.
Greg thought he knew me, but he was wrong.
As the night wore on, his excitement for our wedding night became almost unbearable. He couldn’t hide it, and I didn’t stop him from believing in the fantasy.
I followed him upstairs to the master suite, the same room his parents graciously reserved for our first night as husband and wife.
His hand gripped mine as he led me inside, practically bouncing with anticipation.
The moment felt surreal. The air was thick with excitement as Greg moved toward me, hands reaching for the zipper of my wedding dress.
“I’ve been waiting all night for this,” he whispered, pressing his lips against my neck.
I smiled quietly to myself, my secret still safe — for now.
He carefully unzipped my dress, and I stood perfectly still, my heart racing. He had no idea what was about to happen.
When the dress fell to the floor, I slowly turned around. The look on Greg’s face is one I’ll never forget — a mix of horror and disbelief.
“No… this can’t be happening!” he whispered, his voice breaking.
Beneath my dress was a tattoo — a tattoo of Greg’s ex, Sarah, stretching across my torso with the words he had said to her the night before: “One last taste of freedom before I’m bound to the same body forever.”
It was temporary, but he didn’t know that. To him, it looked real.
“How did you know?” he sobbed, staring at the tattoo.
“Sarah was eager to remind me of your betrayal,” I said coldly.
“I didn’t mean it,” he pleaded. “I’m so sorry!”
Footsteps interrupted us — Marianne and James, Greg’s parents, rushed in, faces full of shock.
“What’s happening?” Marianne’s voice trembled as she looked between us. Then her eyes fell on the tattoo, and her face went pale.
“It’s simple,” I said. “Greg cheated on me.”
Marianne gasped, collapsing in disbelief, while James remained silent, fists clenched, jaw tight — his disappointment clear.
Greg remained on the floor, hands gripping his hair as if it could hold him together.
“Greg? Is this true?” Marianne’s voice shook as she stepped forward.
Greg couldn’t answer. His body trembled as sobs wracked his chest.
“Tell me it’s not true!” Marianne cried, desperation in her eyes.
James stepped closer, his face a storm of anger. “Gregory,” he growled. “Is this true?”
Still, Greg had no words.
I spoke instead: “He slept with her the night before our wedding. He told her he needed ‘one last taste of freedom.’”
Marianne let out a strangled sob, collapsing on the bed. James’s eyes burned with fury.
“You’ve disgraced this family,” he said. “How could you betray Lilith like this?”
Greg’s voice was barely audible. “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean for this to happen.”
“A mistake?” I repeated incredulously. “Sleeping with your ex the night before our wedding is a mistake?”
“No, Greg, it was a choice. A deliberate choice,” I said, voice rising. “And now you’re paying for it.”
Greg fell to his knees, begging. “Please, Lilith… I love you. I’ll do anything!”
I laughed, cold and hollow. “Love me? You don’t know love. You’ve betrayed me, and that’s the end.”
James stepped forward, voice low and dangerous. “Get up, face what you’ve done.”
Greg hesitated, then slowly stood, face streaked with tears, looking utterly broken.
I turned to Marianne and James. Their faces were still red from crying and shock.
“I’m leaving,” I said, calm but firm. “You can deal with him now.”
Greg begged one last time, but I didn’t respond. There was nothing left to say.
I walked away, robe over my shoulders, feeling free. Free from him, from lies, from betrayal.
James’s voice thundered behind me: “You’ve ruined everything, Greg!”
Greg’s sobs echoed, but they didn’t touch me. I was done.
I had been keeping a secret all day, one that would shatter the perfect fairytale wedding I had imagined.
Greg stood at the end of the aisle, smiling like he had won the lottery. To him, our wedding day was the beginning of our perfect life together.
I knew the truth, and that perfect bubble was about to burst.
The reception was magical — champagne clinking, laughter filling the air, and Greg’s parents smiling proudly. I played my part, smiling at the right moments, laughing at jokes, dancing with Greg like everything was normal.
Greg thought he knew me, but he was wrong.
As the night wore on, his excitement for our wedding night became almost unbearable. He couldn’t hide it, and I didn’t stop him from believing in the fantasy.
I followed him upstairs to the master suite, the same room his parents graciously reserved for our first night as husband and wife.
His hand gripped mine as he led me inside, practically bouncing with anticipation.
The moment felt surreal. The air was thick with excitement as Greg moved toward me, hands reaching for the zipper of my wedding dress.
“I’ve been waiting all night for this,” he whispered, pressing his lips against my neck.
I smiled quietly to myself, my secret still safe — for now.
He carefully unzipped my dress, and I stood perfectly still, my heart racing. He had no idea what was about to happen.
When the dress fell to the floor, I slowly turned around. The look on Greg’s face is one I’ll never forget — a mix of horror and disbelief.
“No… this can’t be happening!” he whispered, his voice breaking.
Beneath my dress was a tattoo — a tattoo of Greg’s ex, Sarah, stretching across my torso with the words he had said to her the night before: “One last taste of freedom before I’m bound to the same body forever.”
It was temporary, but he didn’t know that. To him, it looked real.
“How did you know?” he sobbed, staring at the tattoo.
“Sarah was eager to remind me of your betrayal,” I said coldly.
“I didn’t mean it,” he pleaded. “I’m so sorry!”
Footsteps interrupted us — Marianne and James, Greg’s parents, rushed in, faces full of shock.
“What’s happening?” Marianne’s voice trembled as she looked between us. Then her eyes fell on the tattoo, and her face went pale.
“It’s simple,” I said. “Greg cheated on me.”
Marianne gasped, collapsing in disbelief, while James remained silent, fists clenched, jaw tight — his disappointment clear.
Greg remained on the floor, hands gripping his hair as if it could hold him together.
“Greg? Is this true?” Marianne’s voice shook as she stepped forward.
Greg couldn’t answer. His body trembled as sobs wracked his chest.
“Tell me it’s not true!” Marianne cried, desperation in her eyes.
James stepped closer, his face a storm of anger. “Gregory,” he growled. “Is this true?”
Still, Greg had no words.
I spoke instead: “He slept with her the night before our wedding. He told her he needed ‘one last taste of freedom.’”
Marianne let out a strangled sob, collapsing on the bed. James’s eyes burned with fury.
“You’ve disgraced this family,” he said. “How could you betray Lilith like this?”
Greg’s voice was barely audible. “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean for this to happen.”
“A mistake?” I repeated incredulously. “Sleeping with your ex the night before our wedding is a mistake?”
“No, Greg, it was a choice. A deliberate choice,” I said, voice rising. “And now you’re paying for it.”
Greg fell to his knees, begging. “Please, Lilith… I love you. I’ll do anything!”
I laughed, cold and hollow. “Love me? You don’t know love. You’ve betrayed me, and that’s the end.”
James stepped forward, voice low and dangerous. “Get up, face what you’ve done.”
Greg hesitated, then slowly stood, face streaked with tears, looking utterly broken.
I turned to Marianne and James. Their faces were still red from crying and shock.
“I’m leaving,” I said, calm but firm. “You can deal with him now.”
Greg begged one last time, but I didn’t respond. There was nothing left to say.
I walked away, robe over my shoulders, feeling free. Free from him, from lies, from betrayal.
James’s voice thundered behind me: “You’ve ruined everything, Greg!”
Greg’s sobs echoed, but they didn’t touch me. I was done.
