“No, this can’t be happening!” Greg’s voice cracked as he stared at me in pure horror. Just moments ago, his excitement for our wedding night had been all over his face, but now, that joy had crumbled to dust.
It had been the perfect day—a dream wedding. Greg stood at the altar earlier, looking like the happiest man alive. He thought it was the beginning of our forever. But I knew better. This fairytale would come crashing down, and I had the power to pop the bubble at just the right moment.
The reception went on like a scene from a romantic movie—glasses clinked, laughter floated through the air, and Greg’s parents beamed at us like proud in-laws. Their golden boy deserved the perfect day, after all.
And me? I played my role well. I laughed at the jokes, smiled for the cameras, and even danced with Greg as if everything was fine. He thought he had me all figured out. But he was wrong—so very wrong.
As the evening grew late, Greg’s anticipation for our wedding night became almost unbearable. He couldn’t wait any longer, and he didn’t try to hide it. His hands lingered on mine, his eyes wide with eagerness. I felt like I was performing in a play that had been written for me. But what Greg didn’t know was that I had my own script.
We bid our final goodbyes to the guests, thanked them for coming, and accepted their compliments on how beautiful everything had been. Greg’s parents retired to the guest rooms downstairs, leaving us to enjoy the privacy of the master suite.
Greg’s excitement was palpable as he led me upstairs. His grip on my hand tightened as he pulled me into the suite, closing the door with a grin. “Finally,” he whispered, practically bouncing with energy.
I smiled, my heart pounding as I prepared for what was coming next. The tension in the room was thick as he approached me, his fingers already reaching for the zipper of my wedding dress. His breath was hot against my neck as he murmured, “I’ve been waiting all night for this.”
I let out a small, secretive smile he couldn’t see. “Me too.”
He unzipped the dress with careful hands, his anticipation growing by the second. He had no idea what was about to hit him.
As the dress dropped to the floor, I turned around slowly, revealing my secret. I’ll never forget the look on his face when he saw what was underneath. He looked like someone teetering on the edge of a cliff, desperately trying not to fall.
“No…” His voice was barely a whisper. “No, no, no! This can’t be happening!”
Greg’s ex, Sarah, was tattooed across my torso, her face staring back at him. Beneath her image, the words he had whispered to her the night before our wedding were inscribed: “One last taste of freedom before I’m bound to the same body forever.”
Sure, the tattoo was temporary, but Greg didn’t know that. The sight of it knocked him off balance, his knees buckling beneath him. I crossed my arms, my voice cold. “Sarah was only too happy to rub your betrayal in my face,” I spat.
Greg collapsed to the floor, sobbing uncontrollably. “I didn’t mean it! I swear, I didn’t mean it!”
Suddenly, footsteps pounded down the hallway. Marianne and James, his parents, burst into the room, their faces tight with worry.
“What’s going on?” Marianne’s voice trembled, her eyes darting between her broken son and me. But when her gaze landed on the tattoo, she gasped, her face draining of color.
Greg was still crying, his face twisted in regret. “How… how did you know?” he stammered, unable to tear his eyes away from the tattoo.
I narrowed my eyes at him. “It’s simple. Greg cheated on me.”
Marianne’s gasp filled the room, sharp and full of disbelief. James, usually the calm one, stood frozen in the doorway. His jaw clenched, his fists tightened, and although he didn’t say a word, the anger radiated from him. The silence in the room was suffocating, heavy with the weight of Greg’s betrayal.
Greg was still on the floor, clutching his hair like he was trying to hold himself together. But there was no saving him now.
Marianne’s eyes filled with tears as she stared at her son. “Greg? Is this true?” Her voice shook as if she couldn’t believe what she was seeing. She took a step forward, as though hoping he’d deny it all, that it was some awful mistake.
Greg couldn’t answer. His body trembled, his sobs choking out any words. He knew the truth had already come crashing down.
“Tell me!” Marianne’s voice cracked, breaking under the weight of the truth. “Tell me it’s not true!”
James, his face stony and expressionless, stepped forward. But I could see the fury simmering just beneath the surface. He towered over Greg, his fists clenched, his patience evaporating.
“Gregory,” James growled, his voice low and threatening, “Is. This. True?”
Greg stayed silent, his sobs quieting but his body still shaking. The truth hung in the air, undeniable. I decided to step in, to lay it all out.
“He slept with her the night before our wedding,” I said, my voice cutting through the tension like a knife. “He told her he needed ‘one last taste of freedom before he was bound to the same body forever.’”
Marianne let out a strangled sob, collapsing onto the bed, her whole world crumbling around her. James’s face darkened, his nostrils flaring in disgust. “You’ve disgraced this family,” he hissed, his voice laced with fury. “How could you betray Lilith like this?”
Greg lifted his tear-streaked face, his eyes wide with desperation. “I’m sorry,” he choked out. “It was a mistake. I-I didn’t mean for this to happen.”
“A mistake?” I echoed, my voice rising. “You think sleeping with your ex the night before our wedding is a mistake? You made a choice, Greg. A deliberate choice to betray me.”
Greg’s voice broke as he pleaded, “Please, Lilith. I love you. I didn’t mean for any of this. I’ll do anything—just please don’t leave me.”
I let out a hollow laugh, cold and sharp. “Love me? You don’t know what love is, Greg. If you did, you wouldn’t have betrayed me.”
His hands reached out, shaking, desperate to grab onto something, anything. “Please… I’m begging you,” he whimpered.
I took a step back, watching him crumble. “I’m done, Greg. This is over.” I paused for a moment, the final blow hanging in the air. “You destroyed us when you crawled back to Sarah.”
James growled, his patience gone. “Get up,” he commanded, his voice low and dangerous. “Get up and face what you’ve done.”
Greg staggered to his feet, his body trembling, barely holding himself up. He looked pathetic, standing there in his wedding suit, his face wet with tears, as everything around him fell apart.
I turned to his parents, watching as Marianne wept on the bed and James stood fuming with rage. “I’m leaving,” I announced calmly, my decision final. “You can deal with him now.”
“Lilith, please!” Greg begged one last time, his voice raw. “Please, don’t go!”
But I was done. I picked up my robe, covered the tattoo, and walked toward the door, not looking back.
As I left, I heard James’s voice, cold and furious. “This is what you’ve done, Greg. You’ve ruined everything.”
Greg’s sobs filled the house, but they didn’t touch me anymore. I walked down the stairs, lighter with every step. Free from him. Free from the lies. Free from the betrayal.
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