“No, this can’t be happening!” My husband’s excitement for our wedding night turned to horror the moment I slipped out of my wedding dress, revealing the secret I’d been hiding all day. The perfect facade I’d maintained crumbled, exposing a truth he never expected.
The day had been a fairytale — Greg waiting at the end of the aisle with that boyish grin, thinking this was the beginning of our perfect life together. But I knew better. While Greg believed this was our happy-ever-after, I had been sitting on a secret that would shatter it all.
The wedding was flawless. Champagne flowed, laughter echoed, and Greg’s parents beamed with pride. The whole day was a dream come true — for him. As for me, I was playing the part, smiling at the right moments, laughing at jokes, and dancing with my new husband. But inside, I knew it was only a matter of time before the truth would come crashing down.
As the evening wore on, Greg’s eagerness for our wedding night was palpable. His touches lingered, his smile too eager. He had no idea that tonight wasn’t going to end the way he imagined.
We said our goodbyes, thanked the guests, and made our way to the suite Greg’s parents had so generously offered for our first night as husband and wife. As he closed the door behind us, I could feel the shift in the air — the anticipation thick. He came toward me, his hands already reaching for the zipper of my dress.
“I’ve been waiting all night for this,” he whispered, his breath warm against my neck.
I smiled a secretive smile. “Me too.”
He slowly unzipped my dress, oblivious to the storm brewing beneath the surface. When the dress finally dropped to the floor, I turned to face him. His eyes widened as he stared at my body, his smile vanishing in an instant.
“No…” His voice was barely a whisper, trembling with disbelief. “No, no, no! This can’t be happening!”
There, etched across my torso, was a temporary tattoo of Greg’s ex, Sarah. Below her face were the damning words Greg had spoken to her the night before our wedding: “One last taste of freedom before I’m bound to the same body forever.”
His legs buckled as he collapsed to the floor. He was devastated, and that was exactly the reaction I’d been waiting for.
“How did you know?” he stammered through sobs, his gaze locked on the tattoo.
I crossed my arms, my voice cold. “Sarah made sure I knew everything.”
“I didn’t mean it,” he cried. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean any of it.”
That’s when we heard footsteps outside the door. Without warning, Greg’s parents, Marianne and James, burst into the room, their faces filled with alarm.
“What’s going on?” Marianne asked, her voice shaky. Her eyes darted between Greg, a sobbing mess on the floor, and me standing over him, my chest exposed with the tattoo on full display.
I didn’t hesitate. “Greg cheated on me.”
Marianne gasped, clutching her chest, while James stood frozen in the doorway, his usually calm demeanor cracking under the weight of the revelation. The tension in his clenched fists told me everything.
For a moment, there was nothing but stunned silence. Greg remained on the floor, his hands gripping his hair as if that would stop his world from unraveling.
“Greg? Is this true?” Marianne’s voice quivered, desperate for an explanation that would undo the truth she’d just been hit with.
Greg couldn’t respond. His whole body shook with guilt and fear.
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