The moment had finally arrived—our wedding night. Greg, full of excitement and anticipation, could hardly wait for the evening to unfold. Little did he know, the night would take an unexpected turn. When I removed my wedding dress, I revealed something that would change everything. Beneath it, I had been hiding a shocking truth—one that Greg never anticipated.
Our wedding had felt like something out of a fairytale. As I walked down the aisle, Greg stood at the end, grinning with what seemed like pure joy. He thought this was the beginning of our dream life together. I, however, knew that the perfect fantasy he envisioned was about to unravel, but I wasn’t ready to shatter it just yet.

Playing the Perfect Role
The reception was seamless, like something from a picture-perfect celebration. Champagne glasses clinked, laughter filled the air, and Greg’s parents were the ideal in-laws—gracious, charming, and present. It seemed as though everything had gone according to plan.
And for me? I played my part as the dutiful bride. I smiled at all the right moments, laughed at the jokes, and danced with Greg as though everything were perfect. But underneath the surface, I was playing a role that had been assigned to me long before I even agreed to wear the dress.
Anticipation Builds
As the evening wore on, Greg’s eagerness for our wedding night became more evident. His touches lingered a little longer than necessary, and his smile seemed to stretch across his face as he imagined what would come next. I felt as though I were performing on a stage, but this time, I had my own script.
We shared our thanks with the guests and received their compliments on the beautiful occasion. Greg’s parents retreated to their guest rooms, and Greg, almost bouncing with joy, led me upstairs to the master suite they had generously provided for our first night as husband and wife. Everything felt so poetic.
The Moment of Truth

Once the door to the room was shut behind us, the atmosphere shifted, crackling with a different kind of energy. Greg approached me with anticipation, his eyes gleaming. He was already reaching for the zipper on my wedding dress.
“I’ve been waiting for this moment all night,” he whispered in my ear, his breath warm and filled with promise.
I responded with a secretive smile, playing along. “Me too.”
As he slowly unzipped the dress, I stood still, my heart racing. Greg believed he knew what was coming, but he had no idea what I was about to reveal.
The Betrayal Unveiled
Finally, the dress pooled around my feet, and I turned to face him. His expression faltered as his eyes locked onto something unexpected. The disbelief on his face was palpable—he stood on the edge of shock.
“No…” His voice trembled, the words barely leaving his mouth. “No, this can’t be real!”
What he saw was a large, temporary tattoo of his ex, Sarah, sprawled across my back. Underneath it were the words: “One last taste of freedom before I’m bound to the same body forever.” The tattoo looked so realistic that it made Greg’s knees give way.
“How did you know?” Greg cried out, his voice filled with panic as he stared at the tattoo.
“Sarah was thrilled to flaunt your betrayal,” I replied, my voice steady.
Greg’s pleas fell on deaf ears as he begged for forgiveness. “I didn’t mean it,” he said, desperation dripping from every word. “I’m so sorry. It was an accident!”
Before I could respond, the sound of footsteps echoed in the hall. Marianne and James, Greg’s parents, rushed in, their faces filled with concern. Their eyes quickly moved between Greg’s tear-streaked face and mine, then froze on the tattoo.
“It’s simple,” I explained, my tone unwavering. “Greg was unfaithful.”
Confronting the Truth
Marianne gasped, her disbelief echoing through the room. Greg’s father, James, stood stiffly in the doorway, his fists clenched and his face a mask of barely contained anger.
The room fell into a heavy silence as the truth hung in the air. Greg sat on the floor, his hands gripping his hair as sobs wracked his body. His parents, visibly shaken, tried to make sense of what had just unfolded.
Marianne, her voice trembling, stepped forward. “Is it true?” she asked, her eyes begging for an explanation.
Greg’s silence was deafening. Finally, I spoke up again, my voice cutting through the tension. “He was with her the night before we married. He claimed it was ‘one last taste of freedom before being with the same person forever.’”
Marianne collapsed onto the bed, her sobs filling the room. James’s face darkened, his disappointment morphing into fury.
“You’ve shamed us all,” he spat at Greg, his voice thick with contempt. “How could you betray Lilith like this?”
Greg, still wracked with guilt, turned to me, his eyes filled with anguish. “I’m sorry,” he whimpered. “I didn’t mean for any of this to happen.”
The Final Break
I took a step closer to him, my anger boiling over. “A mistake? Really, Greg?” I shook my head in disbelief. “You made a deliberate choice to be with her, and now you’re facing the consequences.”
Greg’s eyes were desperate as he pleaded, “Lilith, I love you. I didn’t want this. Please, I’ll do anything! Just don’t leave me.”
I let out a bitter laugh, devoid of warmth. “Love? You don’t know what love means, Greg. If you did, you wouldn’t have betrayed me like this.”
He reached out to me, trembling and desperate. “Please, I beg of you.”
I stepped back, avoiding his touch. “I’m done, Greg. This is finished. You ended it the moment you went to Sarah.”
James moved forward, his voice a low command. “Stand up, Greg. Face this.”
Greg slowly rose to his feet, his body shaking, his face stained with tears. He looked like a man broken beyond repair.
Turning to Marianne and James, I said firmly, “I’m leaving. He’s yours to handle now.”
Greg’s final plea echoed in the room. “Lilith, please, don’t go. I can change! I’ll make it right!”
But I didn’t respond. There was nothing left to say.
As I left the room, I could hear James’s voice, full of rage and disappointment: “Look what you’ve done, Greg. You’ve destroyed everything.”
Greg’s cries followed me as I descended the stairs. With each step, I felt lighter, free from the weight of betrayal, free from him, and free from the lies that had defined our relationship.