The day of my wedding was meant to be the best day of my life. No one knew it, but I was hiding something that would make everything different. Every time I said my vows to my husband Greg at the altar, I couldn’t help but think about the tattoo I got the day before. A mark that would show that Greg cheated on his wife.
The wedding party was in full swing, with champagne toasts and lots of laughing. But I was sure that the front would soon fall apart. The night went on, and Greg got more and more excited about our wedding night. But I could feel the guilt bubbling below the surface.
Greg’s hands were shaking with excitement as we walked to the master bedroom. But I knew he had no idea what was coming. As I slowly turned to face him, my dress fell to the ground, showing the face tattoo of his ex-girlfriend Sarah on my back. Under it, the words “one last taste of freedom” were carved, which would always remind him of how he lied.
Greg stumbled backward and fell, his eyes wide with fear. His face turned white. As soon as his parents, James and Marianne, walked into the room, they were shocked and upset. As the truth started to come out, the tension was palpable.
Greg’s efforts to say sorry and explain himself made me even more angry. I had been telling lies, and now he had to deal with the real world. As I stood tall and spoke with a strong voice, I knew I was finally in charge again.
There was a lot of damage and chaos in the scene. People who loved Greg were torn between how much they hated what he did and how much they loved him. Greg was a broken man, but no one would hear his tears or ask for forgiveness.
Greg’s cries of desperation could be heard down the hall as I turned to leave. I was no longer in the bad relationship that was choking me, though. With my head held high, I walked away from the wreckage of our wedding night, ready to start a new part of my life.
