From the very beginning, I knew this wedding would be the perfect stage to unveil a secret. Greg thought he was in control, but I was the one holding a bomb ready to explode.
Our wedding looked like something out of a fairytale. Greg stood at the altar with a radiant smile, like he had just won the jackpot. For him, it was the start of our perfect life together. For me, it was the end of a beautiful lie.
The reception played out like a dream—champagne toasts, laughter across the manicured lawn, his parents playing the perfect in-laws. And me? I played my role flawlessly. I smiled, laughed, even danced with Greg like everything was fine. But inside, I was just waiting for the right moment to drop the truth.
As the night went on, Greg grew more eager for our wedding night. His hands lingered too long, his eyes sparkled with anticipation. But I was focused on something else—my own plan.
Once the guests left and his parents retreated to the guest rooms downstairs, Greg took my hand and led me to the master suite—gifted to us by his parents for our first night as husband and wife. He closed the door behind us, and the air in the room instantly shifted.
He approached me slowly, hands on my wedding dress. “I’ve been waiting for this all night,” he whispered against my neck.
“So have I,” I replied with a quiet, mysterious smile.
He carefully unzipped my dress. When the fabric hit the floor and I turned around, I watched as his entire world collapsed in front of me.
His eyes widened, his mouth opened, but no sound came out. Stretching across my torso was a temporary but incredibly realistic tattoo—the face of Sarah, his ex-girlfriend, with the words he had told her the night before our wedding:
“One last taste of freedom before being stuck with the same body forever.”
Greg dropped to his knees. “No… this isn’t happening…”
“How did you know?” he stammered.
“Sarah couldn’t wait to shove your betrayal in my face,” I replied coldly. “So I made sure you’d never forget it.”
Before he could speak again, footsteps echoed outside. Marianne and James, his parents, burst into the room, panic in their eyes.
“What’s going on?” Marianne asked, scanning the scene.
Her eyes landed on the tattoo, and her face went pale. James, always the silent type, didn’t need to say a word. His clenched jaw and fists said it all.
“It’s simple,” I said calmly. “Greg cheated on me. With his ex. The night before our wedding.”
Silence fell like a bomb.
Marianne sat down on the edge of the bed, stunned. James stood frozen. Greg remained on the floor, crying.
“Gregory,” James growled. “Is it true?”
He didn’t answer.
“He slept with her,” I confirmed. “And he told her he needed ‘one last taste of freedom.’”
Marianne let out a choked sob. James’s eyes burned with anger.
Greg tried to defend himself. “It was a mistake… I didn’t mean to…”
“It wasn’t a mistake,” I snapped. “It was a choice. You betrayed me. And now you face the consequences.”
He sobbed harder, begging for forgiveness. “Please, Lilith… I love you…”
I laughed—a hollow sound that echoed in the room.
“You love me? Greg, you don’t even know what love is. If you did, you wouldn’t have done what you did.”
He crawled toward me, hands trembling. “Please… I’m begging you.”
I stepped back. “It’s over. You destroyed us the moment you crawled back to Sarah.”
James stepped forward, voice like thunder.
“Get up,” he ordered. “Stand up and face what you’ve done.”
Greg slowly stood, legs shaky. He looked pitiful in his wrinkled tuxedo, his tear-streaked face—a man who had lost everything.
I turned to his parents.
“I’m leaving,” I announced, my voice steady. “He’s your problem now.”
“Lilith, please,” Greg cried one last time. “Don’t go…”
But I was already done. I wrapped a robe around me, covered the tattoo, and walked to the door.
“Lilith!” he screamed after me. “I can change! I’ll fix this!”
I didn’t even turn around. There was nothing left to say.
As I walked down the stairs, I heard James’s voice—low, furious—cut through the silence:
“This is what you did, Greg. You ruined everything.”
And then Greg’s broken sobs filled the house.
But they didn’t touch me.
I walked away from that house with my head held high.
Free of lies.
Free of betrayal.
Free of Greg.