On our wedding night, Greg’s 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.

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.

The reception was a dream. Laughter and champagne flowed effortlessly, and Greg’s parents proudly played their part as the doting in-laws. Their son had just married the “perfect” 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—Greg didn’t have me all figured out. He was in for a shock.

As the night wore on, Greg’s excitement for our wedding night grew more obvious. His lingering touches and wide smile gave it away. He couldn’t wait for us to be alone, and honestly, neither could I.

Finally, after thanking our guests and bidding everyone farewell, we made our way upstairs. Greg’s 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.

The air shifted. I could feel his excitement. His hands were already reaching for the zipper of my dress. “I’ve been waiting for this all night,” he whispered, his breath hot against my neck.

I smiled, a small secret smile he couldn’t see. “Me too,” I replied softly.

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As 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.

“No…” His voice cracked, barely audible. “No, no, no! This can’t be happening!”

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: “One last taste of freedom before I’m bound to the same body forever.”

Greg’s knees buckled. “How did you know?” he sobbed, staring at the tattoo.

“Sarah was more than happy to tell me about your betrayal,” I spat, anger rising in my voice.

“I didn’t mean it,” Greg cried, choking on his own regret. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean it!”

Suddenly, the door flew open, and Greg’s parents rushed in. Marianne’s face went pale as her eyes darted from me to the tattoo. “What’s going on?” she demanded, her voice shaking.

“It’s simple,” I said calmly. “Greg cheated on me.”

Marianne gasped, unable to process the truth. James, ever the stoic, stood frozen in the doorway. But even he couldn’t hide the disappointment in his clenched fists and tense jaw.

Marianne looked at Greg, her voice trembling. “Greg? Is this true?”

Greg couldn’t answer. He sat crumpled on the floor, sobbing uncontrollably, his hands tangled in his hair.

“Tell me it’s not true!” Marianne cried, her disbelief breaking through her voice.

James, his fury barely contained, growled, “Gregory, is this true?”

Greg remained silent, unable to face what he had done. I decided to step in.

“He slept with her the night before our wedding,” I said, my voice cutting through the tension like a knife. “He said he needed one last taste of freedom.”

Marianne collapsed onto the bed, her world shattering around her.

“You’ve disgraced this family,” James spat, his anger palpable. “How dare you?”

“I’m sorry,” Greg whimpered. “I didn’t mean for this to happen.”

I stepped closer, my voice rising. “You didn’t mean it? Sleeping with your ex was no mistake, Greg. You made a choice, and now you’re paying for it.”

“Please, Lilith,” Greg begged, his eyes desperate. “Please don’t leave me.”

I laughed, a cold, hollow sound. “You don’t know the first thing about love, Greg.”

He reached for me, but I stepped back. “I’m done,” I said. “You destroyed us.”

I turned to his parents, my decision final. “I’m leaving.”

Greg’s sobs filled the room, but I was already walking away, feeling lighter with every step. I was free—free from the lies, the betrayal, and Greg.

As I reached the door, I heard James’s voice, low and furious. “This is what you’ve done, Greg. You’ve ruined everything.”

And with that, I walked out, leaving everything behind.