“No, this can’t be happening!” Greg’s anticipation for our wedding night shattered as I revealed my secret. Beneath my wedding dress lay a tattoo of his ex, Sarah, with the words: “One last taste of freedom before I’m bound to the same body forever.”

The perfect fairytale wedding, complete with champagne toasts and laughter, concealed the truth. Greg thought he knew me, but he was wrong. His excitement for our wedding night was palpable as he led me to our suite, eager to unveil what lay beneath my dress.

As the dress fell away, his expression twisted in disbelief. “No…,” he stammered, eyes wide. “How did you know?”

“Sarah couldn’t wait to rub your betrayal in my face,” I spat, relishing his despair.

Footsteps interrupted us—Greg’s parents burst in, faces filled with concern. My heart raced as I declared, “Greg cheated on me.” Marianne gasped, and James’s fury simmered beneath his stoic facade.

Silence hung heavy as Greg crumpled to the floor, sobbing. I pressed on, recounting his betrayal: “He slept with her the night before our wedding.”

Marianne collapsed onto the bed, while James towered over his son, fury radiating from him. “You’ve disgraced this family,” he growled.

“I’m done,” I announced, slipping on my robe. “You can deal with him now.”

As I stepped out, Greg’s desperate pleas faded behind me. I walked away, feeling lighter, free from his lies and betrayal.