On our wedding night, Greg\u2019s world crumbled when I revealed what was beneath my wedding dress. All day, he had been filled with anticipation, but what he saw left him in tears. I had kept a secret, and the time had finally come to unveil it.\n\n\n\n
Our wedding was picture-perfect. Greg, standing at the altar, beamed as if he had just won the lottery. He believed this was the beginning of our perfect life together, but only I knew what was to come.\n\n\n\n
The reception was a dream. Laughter and champagne flowed effortlessly, and Greg\u2019s parents proudly played their part as the doting in-laws. Their son had just married the \u201cperfect\u201d bride, after all. As for me? I played along. I smiled, I laughed, and I even danced with Greg, playing my role to perfection. But deep down, I knew the truth\u2014Greg didn\u2019t have me all figured out. He was in for a shock.\n\n\n\n
As the night wore on, Greg\u2019s excitement for our wedding night grew more obvious. His lingering touches and wide smile gave it away. He couldn\u2019t wait for us to be alone, and honestly, neither could I.\n\n\n\n
Finally, after thanking our guests and bidding everyone farewell, we made our way upstairs. Greg\u2019s parents, ever accommodating, gave us privacy, staying downstairs in the guest rooms. Greg eagerly led me to the master suite, practically giddy as he closed the door behind us.\n\n\n\n
The air shifted. I could feel his excitement. His hands were already reaching for the zipper of my dress. \u201cI\u2019ve been waiting for this all night,\u201d he whispered, his breath hot against my neck.\n\n\n\n
I smiled, a small secret smile he couldn\u2019t see. \u201cMe too,\u201d I replied softly.\n\n\n\n
\nAs Greg unzipped my dress, he was so confident in what was coming next. But he had no idea. When the dress finally fell to the floor, I turned around slowly, watching the color drain from his face. He looked like a man teetering on the edge of a cliff.\n\n\n\n
\u201cNo\u2026\u201d His voice cracked, barely audible. \u201cNo, no, no! This can\u2019t be happening!\u201d\n\n\n\n
Stretched across my torso was a temporary tattoo of his ex-girlfriend, Sarah. Beneath her image were the exact words Greg had spoken to her the night before our wedding: \u201cOne last taste of freedom before I\u2019m bound to the same body forever.\u201d\n\n\n\n
Greg\u2019s knees buckled. \u201cHow did you know?\u201d he sobbed, staring at the tattoo.\n\n\n\n
\u201cSarah was more than happy to tell me about your betrayal,\u201d I spat, anger rising in my voice.\n\n\n\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t mean it,\u201d Greg cried, choking on his own regret. \u201cI\u2019m so sorry, I didn\u2019t mean it!\u201d\n\n\n\n
Suddenly, the door flew open, and Greg\u2019s parents rushed in. Marianne\u2019s face went pale as her eyes darted from me to the tattoo. \u201cWhat\u2019s going on?\u201d she demanded, her voice shaking.\n\n\n\n
\u201cIt\u2019s simple,\u201d I said calmly. \u201cGreg cheated on me.\u201d\n\n\n\n
Marianne gasped, unable to process the truth. James, ever the stoic, stood frozen in the doorway. But even he couldn\u2019t hide the disappointment in his clenched fists and tense jaw.\n\n\n\n
Marianne looked at Greg, her voice trembling. \u201cGreg? Is this true?\u201d\n\n\n\n
Greg couldn\u2019t answer. He sat crumpled on the floor, sobbing uncontrollably, his hands tangled in his hair.\n\n\n\n
\u201cTell me it\u2019s not true!\u201d Marianne cried, her disbelief breaking through her voice.\n\n\n\n
James, his fury barely contained, growled, \u201cGregory, is this true?\u201d\n\n\n\n
Greg remained silent, unable to face what he had done. I decided to step in.\n\n\n\n
\u201cHe slept with her the night before our wedding,\u201d I said, my voice cutting through the tension like a knife. \u201cHe said he needed one last taste of freedom.\u201d\n\n\n\n
Marianne collapsed onto the bed, her world shattering around her.\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou\u2019ve disgraced this family,\u201d James spat, his anger palpable. \u201cHow dare you?\u201d\n\n\n\n
\u201cI\u2019m sorry,\u201d Greg whimpered. \u201cI didn\u2019t mean for this to happen.\u201d\n\n\n\n
I stepped closer, my voice rising. \u201cYou didn\u2019t mean it? Sleeping with your ex was no mistake, Greg. You made a choice, and now you\u2019re paying for it.\u201d\n\n\n\n
\u201cPlease, Lilith,\u201d Greg begged, his eyes desperate. \u201cPlease don\u2019t leave me.\u201d\n\n\n\n
I laughed, a cold, hollow sound. \u201cYou don\u2019t know the first thing about love, Greg.\u201d\n\n\n\n
He reached for me, but I stepped back. \u201cI\u2019m done,\u201d I said. \u201cYou destroyed us.\u201d\n\n\n\n
I turned to his parents, my decision final. \u201cI\u2019m leaving.\u201d\n\n\n\n
Greg\u2019s sobs filled the room, but I was already walking away, feeling lighter with every step. I was free\u2014free from the lies, the betrayal, and Greg.\n\n\n\n
As I reached the door, I heard James\u2019s voice, low and furious. \u201cThis is what you\u2019ve done, Greg. You\u2019ve ruined everything.\u201d\n\n\n\n
And with that, I walked out, leaving everything behind.\n\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"