Our wedding looked perfect—flowers, smiles, and heartfelt toasts. Greg was glowing, thinking it was the happiest day of his life. But beneath my dress, I carried a truth that would shatter everything. I played the part of the joyful bride, but I was only waiting for the moment it would all come undone.
Alone in the bedroom, Greg was eager and tender—until he unzipped my dress. His smile vanished when he saw the tattoo stretched across my torso: his ex’s face, and his own words—“One last taste of freedom.” His shock was instant, his knees buckled. “No… this can’t be happening,” he whispered.
His parents rushed in after hearing his cries, only to freeze at the sight. I stood tall and said calmly, “He cheated on me.” Greg broke down, his mother wept, and his father’s face burned with anger. Apologies poured from Greg, but the truth was already out—raw and irreversible.
I looked at him, not with love, but clarity. “You made your choice. Now I’ve made mine.” He begged me to stay, but I walked away, leaving his pleas behind. I wasn’t angry anymore—I was done. Done with lies, and finally free to live in truth.