No, this can’t be happening!” My husband’s excitement for our wedding night turned into horror when I took off my wedding dress. I had spent the whole day keeping a secret about what was underneath, but 
now the time had come to reveal a shocking truth.
I had a perfect fairy tale wedding. Greg was at the end of the aisle, glowing as if he had won the lottery. He thought it was the start of our perfect life together, but I knew the truth.
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That perfect bubble we were living in was about to burst. But not yet, not until I was ready to make it burst.
The banquet went like a dream: champagne glasses clinking, laughter echoing on the perfectly manicured lawn, and Greg’s parents acting as loving in-laws. After all, their perfect son deserved a perfect day, right?
And me? I played my part. I smiled at the right moments and laughed when someone told us a joke. I even danced with Greg as if everything was fine.
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Greg thought he knew me. He thought he had me trapped, but he was wrong.
As the night went on, Greg’s anticipation for our wedding night became almost unbearable. He couldn’t hide it, though he didn’t try.
His touches lingered too long, and his smile was too wide. I felt like an actress on stage, playing a role that had been written for me long before I agreed to put on the dress. But I had my own script.
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Finally, we said goodbye to the guests, thanking them for coming and accepting their compliments about how beautiful everything had turned out. Greg’s parents stayed downstairs, in the guest rooms, to give us privacy, and my new husband couldn’t wait to be alone with me.
His hand tightened around mine as he led me to the master suite, the one his parents had kindly given us for our first night together as husband and wife. How poetic.
I was practically dizzy when he closed the door behind us.
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The atmosphere in the room changed, and the excitement in the air became almost tangible. I could see it in his eyes when he approached me, and his hands were already searching for the zipper on my wedding dress.
“I’ve been waiting all night for this,” he murmured against my neck, his hot breath full of promises.
I smiled, a small secret smile that he couldn’t see. “Me too.”
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He carefully lowered the zipper. I stood still, my heart racing. He was so eager, so sure of what was to come next. He had no idea.
When the dress fell to the floor, I turned around slowly. I will never forget the expression on his face when he saw what was underneath. He looked like a man standing on the edge of a cliff, stumbling, trying to keep his balance.
“No…” His voice cracked, barely above a whisper. “No, no, no! This can’t be happening!”
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The tattoo of Greg’s ex, Sarah, stretched across my torso, all the way to my waist. The words he had told her the night before our wedding were perfectly inscribed beneath her face: “One last bite of freedom before tying myself to the same body forever.”
It was temporary, of course. But Greg didn’t know. It was real enough to make his knees buckle.
“How did you know?” he sobbed, his gaze fixed on the tattoo.
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“Sarah was dying to rub your betrayal in my face,” I snapped.
“It wasn’t my intention,” he sobbed, his voice full of regret. “I’m so sorry, it wasn’t my intention!”
That’s when we heard the footsteps. Marianne and James burst through the door, their faces full of concern.
“What’s going on?” Marianne’s voice trembled as her eyes moved between her son’s sobs and mine. Then, her gaze fell on the tattoo. Her face turned pale.
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“It’s very simple,” I replied. “Greg cheated on me.”
Marianne’s stifled scream filled the room, high-pitched and full of disbelief. James, Greg’s father, stood frozen in the doorway. He had always been the stoic one, the calm type who let Marianne handle the dramas. But this? This was something even he couldn’t swallow.
He wasn’t a man of many words, but the tension in his clenched fists, the way his jaw tightened… he didn’t need to say anything. His expression said it all.
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For a moment, silence stretched between us. The weight of the truth hung in the air, heavy and suffocating. Greg remained on the floor, his hands clutching his hair as if that would prevent him from falling apart completely.
Marianne looked at Greg again, her lips trembling. “Greg? Is it true?”
She took a shaky step towards him, her voice fragile, as if pleading for him to tell her that what she was seeing wasn’t real, that her son couldn’t have done something so unforgivable.
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Greg didn’t answer. He couldn’t. His whole body shook, his shoulders trembling as sobs wracked his chest.
“Tell me!” Marianne’s voice broke, cracking under the weight of her disbelief. “Tell me it’s not true!”
James stepped forward. He had a stone-faced expression, but I could see the fury simmering just beneath the surface. He towered over Greg, fists clenched, and his whole body radiated barely contained anger.
“Gregory,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous. “Is it true?”
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But Greg didn’t dare to respond. His sobs had subsided, but he was still curled up on the floor, unable to face the reality of what he had done. I decided to intervene.
“He slept with her the night before our wedding,” I said, and my voice cut through the tension like a knife. “He told her he needed ‘one last taste of freedom before being tied to the same body forever.’”
Marianne let out a strangled sob and collapsed on the edge of the bed as her world crumbled around her.
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James’s face darkened. His nostrils flared as he looked at his son. His expression mixed disgust with disappointment.
“You’ve dishonored this family,” he spat, his voice tense with fury. “How dare you? How could you betray Lilith like this?”
Greg raised his head, his eyes wide with panic. “I’m sorry,” he choked out, his voice barely audible. “I didn’t want this to happen. I made a mistake.”
“A mistake?” I repeated, raising my voice in disbelief.
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“Are you calling it a mistake to sleep with your ex the night before our wedding?” I moved closer to him, and the rage I had been holding back finally surfaced. “No, you made a choice, Greg. A deliberate and calculated decision to betray me. And now you’re paying for it.”
Greg turned his face toward me, tears streaming down, his eyes wide with desperation. “Please, Lilith… please, I love you. I didn’t want any of this. I’ll do anything. But please, don’t leave me.”
Then I laughed, a cold, hollow sound that echoed through the room.
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“You love me? You love me?” I shook my head in disbelief. “Greg, you don’t know the first thing about love. If you did, you wouldn’t have done what you did. You wouldn’t have betrayed me like this.”
He stepped toward me, trembling hands and pleading eyes. “Please… I beg you.”
I took a step back, letting him fall short, my eyes cold and unfeeling. “It’s over, Greg. It’s over. You destroyed us the moment you crawled to Sarah.”
His father, James, stepped forward then, with a deep growl in his voice.
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“Get up,” he ordered Greg, his patience finally running out. “Get up and face what you’ve done.”
Greg hesitated for a moment and then slowly got up, his knees still shaking. He looked so pathetic, standing there in his wrinkled wedding suit, his face covered in tears, his whole world falling apart around him.
I turned toward Marianne and James, who were still trying to process the consequences. Marianne’s face was red and swollen from crying, while James’s expression was a storm of disappointment and fury.
“I’m leaving,” I announced, my voice firm and calm, the decision final. “You can take care of him now.”
“Lilith, please,” Greg begged one last time, his voice cracking. “Please, don’t go.”
But I was done. I turned away from him, from the disaster of our ruined wedding night, and grabbed the robe. I draped it over my shoulders, covering the tattoo, and headed toward the door.
“Lilith,” Greg shouted after me, his voice filled with desperation. “I’ll change! I’ll make it right.”
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But I didn’t even bother to reply. I had nothing left to say.
As I left the room, I heard James’s voice, deep and furious, echoing in the silence. “This is what you’ve done, Greg. You’ve ruined everything.”
And then, Greg’s pitiful sobs. His screams echoed throughout the house, but they didn’t move me. I descended the stairs, feeling lighter with each step. I was free. Free from him, free from the lies, free from the betrayal.
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