When I told my groom, Greg, a shocking truth, my dream wedding turned into a nightmare. There was a temporary tattoo that would change everything under my beautiful wedding dress.
The welcome was a blur of happiness, but I knew what was really going on. Greg thought he was getting the best wife, but I had something else in mind.
As we said goodbye and went to the master room, Greg’s excitement was clear. He was excited to put an end to our marriage. He had no idea that I had a treat for him.
When he took off my dress, he looked shocked and shocked. On my chest was a tattoo of his ex-girlfriend Sarah and the words “one last taste of freedom before I’m bound to the same body forever.” That’s what he had whispered to her the night before our wedding.
Greg fell apart, and his whole world broke. Marianne and James, his parents, walked into the room and saw their son crying. I was not upset at all.
Everyone found out about Greg’s cheating, his betrayal, and my plan to get back at him. The room was filled with gasps from Marianne and rage from James, while Greg begged for forgiveness.
But I was set on it. “Greg, you chose. A choice made on purpose to hurt me.” I went to his parents. “I’m going. Now you can deal with him.
I was free of the lies, betrayals, and broken promises.
The wedding night, which had been beautiful before, had turned into a terrible expose that showed the ugly truth. Because of what Greg did, our marriage was over before it even started.
And with each step down the stairs, my heart felt lighter. I was leaving the rubble of our failed marriage behind me. James’s stern voice and Greg’s sobs became less clear as time went on.
I was in charge again, showing the truth and breaking down the mask. They would always remember our wedding night as a stark warning of what happens when you lie and betray someone.
