“No, this can’t be happening!” Greg’s excitement for our wedding night turned to shock when I revealed the truth hidden beneath my wedding dress.
Our perfect day, with champagne and laughter, hid the reality I knew all along. Greg believed this was the start of our perfect life, but I had a secret.
After the reception, we made our way to the master suite. Greg eagerly unzipped my dress, but when it fell to the floor, his face went pale. Across my torso was a tattoo of his ex, Sarah, with the words he’d whispered to her the night before our wedding: “One last taste of freedom before I’m bound to the same body forever.”
Greg collapsed in disbelief. “How did you know?” he sobbed.
“Sarah rubbed your betrayal in my face,” I replied coldly.
Greg’s parents burst in, stunned by the tattoo. I told them the truth: Greg cheated on me the night before our wedding. Marianne and James were horrified. James’s fists clenched in silent rage, and Marianne begged Greg to deny it. But he couldn’t.
I stepped forward, confirming the betrayal: “He slept with Sarah, and now he’s paying for it.”
Greg apologized, but I was done. “You made a choice, Greg. You destroyed us,” I said, turning away.
James ordered Greg to stand, his patience gone. I announced I was leaving. Greg begged me to stay, but I didn’t respond. As I left, I heard Greg’s sobs and James’s fury.
I walked out, free from the lies and betrayal, knowing I was better off without him.
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