“No, this can’t be happening!” Greg’s excitement for our wedding night turned to horror as I revealed the shocking truth beneath my dress.
We’d had the perfect wedding, but I knew the truth: our bubble was about to burst. The reception was a blur of laughter and champagne, with Greg oblivious to the storm brewing. I played my part, smiling and laughing, but I had my own plan.
After the guests left, Greg eagerly led me to our room. As he unzipped my dress, I smiled secretly, knowing he had no idea what was coming. When it fell, he froze, staring at the tattoo of his ex, Sarah, across my torso. “No… this can’t be happening!” he whispered.
I’d known about their betrayal—he slept with her the night before our wedding, telling her he needed “one last taste of freedom.” As Greg crumpled on the floor, his parents barged in. “Greg cheated on me,” I said, watching them absorb the truth. His mother gasped, while his father seethed in fury.
Greg broke down, begging for forgiveness, but I was done. “You made a choice, Greg,” I said. “And now you’re paying for it.” His desperate pleas fell on deaf ears.
“I’m leaving,” I declared, turning my back on the mess he’d created. As I walked away, Greg’s sobs echoed, but I felt lighter, free from the lies and betrayal.