“No… this can’t be happening!” Greg’s voice cracked, his face full of disbelief as he looked at me. Just moments ago, he was eager, anticipating our perfect wedding night. But now, that excitement turned to shock when I revealed the secret I’d been hiding all day.
The wedding had been picture-perfect, like something out of a fairytale. Greg stood at the end of the aisle, smiling like he was the luckiest man alive. He thought this was the beginning of our perfect life together. But I knew better. I knew the truth he didn’t.
The bubble we were in? It was about to pop. But I wasn’t going to burst it right away. Not until I was ready.
The reception carried on like a dream. Laughter filled the air, champagne glasses clinked, and Greg’s parents, acting like the perfect in-laws, made sure everything went smoothly. After all, their golden boy deserved the perfect day, right?
I played along. I smiled when I was supposed to, laughed when someone made a joke, and even danced with Greg like everything was fine. But Greg didn’t know what was coming.
He thought he had me all figured out, but he was wrong.
As the night went on, I could see Greg’s excitement growing. He was impatient, practically buzzing with anticipation for our wedding night. His touches lingered, his smile too eager. He couldn’t wait to get me alone. I felt like an actor in a play, performing a script someone else had written. But I had my own plan.
We finally said our goodbyes to the guests. Greg’s parents were staying downstairs in the guest rooms, giving us privacy, and Greg was ready to whisk me upstairs.
His hand gripped mine tightly as he led me to the master suite, the same room his parents had generously offered for our first night together. How poetic, I thought.
He was practically giddy as he closed the door behind us. The room seemed to shift with the energy, heavy with excitement. I could see it in his eyes as he moved closer, his hands already reaching for the zipper of my wedding dress.
“I’ve been waiting for this all night,” he whispered, his breath hot against my neck, full of promises.
I smiled, a small secret smile he couldn’t see. “Me too,” I replied softly.
Greg unzipped my dress carefully, his hands shaking slightly with anticipation. I stood there, heart racing, knowing exactly what was about to happen. He was so sure of himself, so confident that he knew what came next. He had no idea.
When the dress fell to the floor, I turned around slowly. I’ll never forget the look on his face. He looked like someone standing at the edge of a cliff, barely holding on.
“No…” Greg’s voice was barely a whisper. “No, no, no! This can’t be happening!” His eyes were locked on the tattoo that covered my torso, running all the way down to my waist. It was Sarah, his ex, smiling back at him from my skin. Beneath her face were the words Greg had said to her the night before our wedding:
“One last taste of freedom before I’m bound to the same body forever.”
The tattoo was temporary, of course. But Greg didn’t know that. To him, it looked as real as his mistake. His legs gave out, and he collapsed onto the floor. “Sarah was more than happy to help me show you your betrayal,” I hissed.
“I didn’t mean it,” Greg sobbed, his voice thick with regret. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean it!”
Suddenly, we heard footsteps. Marianne and James, Greg’s parents, burst into the room, their faces full of worry.
“What’s going on?” Marianne’s voice shook as she looked between her crying son and me. Her eyes fell on the tattoo, and her face drained of color.
“How did you know?” Greg whimpered, staring at the tattoo, still in shock.
“It’s simple,” I said coldly. “Greg cheated on me.”
Marianne let out a sharp gasp, filled with disbelief. She couldn’t process what she was hearing. James stood frozen in the doorway, his face stern but filled with tension. He wasn’t a man of many words, but his clenched fists and tight jaw told me everything. He was furious.
The room went silent, the weight of the truth crushing down on everyone. Greg was still on the floor, his hands pulling at his hair as if it would somehow keep him from falling apart.
Marianne turned back to Greg, her voice trembling. “Greg? Is this true?” Her words were desperate, like she wanted him to say something—anything—that would make this nightmare go away.
Greg didn’t answer. He couldn’t. His body shook with sobs, his face hidden in his hands.
“Tell me!” Marianne’s voice broke, cracking under the strain of her disbelief. “Tell me it’s not true!”
James finally stepped forward, his face like stone but his anger burning just below the surface. “Gregory,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous. “Is. This. True?”
Greg didn’t respond. His sobs had quieted, but he was still crumpled on the floor, unable to face what he had done.
I decided to speak. “He slept with her the night before our wedding,” I said, my voice sharp and cutting through the tension. “He told her he needed ‘one last taste of freedom before he was bound to the same body forever.’”
Marianne let out a broken sob and collapsed onto the bed, her world falling apart around her. James’s face twisted in disgust as he glared down at his son.
“You’ve disgraced this family,” James spat, his voice tight with fury. “How dare you? How could you betray Lilith like this?”
Greg looked up, his eyes wild with panic. “I’m sorry,” he choked out, his voice barely audible. “I didn’t mean for this to happen. I-I made a mistake.”
“A mistake?” I shot back, my voice rising with anger. “You call sleeping with your ex the night before our wedding a mistake?” I stepped closer, the rage I’d been holding in finally spilling out. “No, Greg. You made a choice. A deliberate choice to betray me. And now, you’re paying for it.”
Greg’s tear-streaked face turned toward me, his eyes desperate. “Please, Lilith… I love you. I’ll do anything! Just please, don’t leave me.”
I laughed, the sound cold and empty. “Love me? You don’t know the first thing about love. If you did, you wouldn’t have done this.”
He reached out, but I stepped back, letting him fall short. “I’m done, Greg. It’s over. You destroyed us the moment you went back to Sarah.”
James stepped forward, his patience gone. “Get up,” he commanded, his voice low and threatening. “Get up and face what you’ve done.”
Greg hesitated, then slowly pushed himself to his feet, his knees wobbling. He looked so pathetic, standing there in his wrinkled wedding suit, his face streaked with tears.
I turned to Greg’s parents, their faces twisted with shock and disappointment. “I’m leaving,” I said, my voice calm. “You can deal with him now.”
“Lilith, please,” Greg begged, his voice breaking. “Please don’t go.”
But I was done. I turned away, slipping my robe over my shoulders, covering the tattoo, and headed for the door.
“Lilith,” Greg called after me, his voice desperate. “I’ll change! I’ll fix this!”
But I didn’t answer. There was nothing left to say.
As I walked out, I heard James’s voice, low and angry. “This is what you’ve done, Greg. You’ve ruined everything.”
And then Greg’s sobs, echoing through the house. But they didn’t affect me. With each step down the stairs, I felt lighter. I was free—free from him, from the lies, from the betrayal.
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