From the moment I walked down the aisle, I knew this wedding would end differently than Greg imagined. While he saw our perfect future, I saw the perfect moment to expose his betrayal.
As the night wound down, Greg’s anticipation grew palpable. His hands lingered on my waist, his whispers grew more insistent. Little did he know, I had my own surprise waiting.
When we finally reached the master suite – his parents’ wedding gift to us – the air crackled with tension. Greg’s fingers trembled as he unzipped my gown, his breath hot against my neck. “I’ve waited so long for this,” he murmured.
“So have I,” I replied sweetly.
The moment my dress pooled at my feet and I turned around, Greg’s world shattered. Emblazoned across my back was a temporary tattoo of Sarah’s face – his ex – along with his damning words from their secret rendezvous the night before our wedding: “One last taste of freedom before being stuck with the same body forever.”
His knees hit the carpet with a thud. “How… how did you…” he stammered.
“Sarah couldn’t resist rubbing it in my face,” I said coolly. “Now you’ll never forget what you did.”
The door burst open as his parents rushed in, their confusion turning to horror when they saw the evidence. His mother collapsed onto the bed while his father’s face darkened with rage.
“It’s simple,” I explained calmly. “Your son cheated on me with his ex. The night before he pledged his life to me.”
Greg’s pathetic excuses filled the room – “It didn’t mean anything,” “I was nervous,” “I’ll never do it again.” But the damage was done. When he crawled toward me, sobbing about love, I simply stepped back.
“Love doesn’t betray,” I said, wrapping a robe around myself. As I walked out, I heard his father’s furious voice: “Look what you’ve done to this family.”
But I didn’t look back. The only thing waiting for me at that altar had been the truth – and now I was finally free.
