On Our Wedding Night, I Took off My Wedding Dress, When My Husband Saw What Was Underneath, He Ran Away in Tears

“No, this can’t be happening!” Greg’s voice cracked with disbelief, his face pale as he stared at the shocking sight before him. Our wedding night was supposed to be the culmination of a perfect day, a day he believed marked the beginning of our blissful future together. But he had no idea what lay beneath my wedding dress—and the secret I’d kept hidden all day was finally out.

The ceremony had been flawless, straight out of a fairytale. Greg, dashing in his tailored suit, had stood at the altar with a smile that could have lit up the entire venue. Friends and family clapped and cheered as we exchanged vows, oblivious to the storm brewing beneath the surface of our seemingly idyllic union.

At the reception, I played my part to perfection. I laughed at his jokes, clinked glasses during toasts, and danced with him like I was the happiest bride alive. Every stolen glance he sent my way was filled with the anticipation of the night to come. Little did he know, I had my own plans for how this night would unfold.

As the evening drew to a close, Greg’s excitement was palpable. The whispers, the soft kisses, the lingering touches—he couldn’t wait for the privacy of our wedding suite.

“Shall we, Mrs. Harper?” he whispered as he led me upstairs, his boyish grin plastered across his face. I followed, my heart pounding—not with love or excitement, but with the anticipation of revealing the truth.

The master suite was lavishly decorated, a gift from his parents who had insisted we spend our first night in the family estate. Greg couldn’t have been happier. Closing the door behind us, he turned to me, his eyes filled with desire and devotion.

“I’ve been waiting for this moment all day,” he murmured, his hands reaching for the zipper of my dress.

I offered him a small, knowing smile. “So have I.”

As he gently pulled down the zipper, his excitement was evident. The dress fell in a pool of satin at my feet, leaving me standing before him. His gaze traveled from my face to my torso—and froze. His expression morphed from delight to utter horror, his jaw slackening as his eyes locked on the shocking revelation inked across my skin.

“No… this can’t be happening!” he choked out, stumbling back a step.

Etched across my torso was an intricately detailed tattoo—a hauntingly realistic portrait of Sarah, his ex-girlfriend. Beneath her smirking face were the damning words Greg had whispered to her just hours before our wedding: “One last taste of freedom before I’m bound to the same body forever.”

I stood there, letting him absorb the reality of what he was seeing. It was a temporary tattoo, of course, but the effect was just as devastating. Greg’s legs gave out, and he sank to his knees, trembling.

“How did you find out?” he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. Tears welled up in his eyes, mixing with the panic etched on his face.

“Sarah told me,” I said, my voice cold and steady. “She couldn’t resist bragging about your little rendezvous. She even showed me the messages you sent. You thought you could betray me and walk down the aisle without consequences?”

He reached for me, his hands shaking. “I made a mistake, Lilith. I was stupid. I love you—I didn’t mean for it to happen!”

I laughed bitterly, the sound sharp and cutting. “You don’t get to claim love after what you did. Love doesn’t betray. Love doesn’t crawl back to an ex the night before a wedding.”

At that moment, the door burst open, and his parents, Marianne and James, rushed in. Greg’s pitiful sobbing had apparently drawn their attention.

“What’s going on?” Marianne asked, her voice trembling as she took in the scene. Then her eyes landed on the tattoo, and she gasped. “Gregory, what is this?”

James, stoic and towering, stepped forward, his face darkening as he pieced together the situation. His fists clenched at his sides, the muscles in his jaw tightening with barely contained fury.

“Is this true?” James demanded, his voice a low growl. “Did you betray your wife, your family, like this?”

Greg couldn’t answer. He remained on his knees, his head in his hands, his entire body shaking.

“Yes, it’s true,” I said, my voice steady and resolute. “He slept with Sarah the night before the wedding. He thought I wouldn’t find out, but I did. And now everyone knows.”

Marianne let out a strangled sob, sinking onto the bed as tears streamed down her face. James, meanwhile, loomed over Greg like a judge delivering a damning sentence.

“You’re a disgrace,” he said, his voice thick with disappointment. “You don’t deserve her.”

I stepped forward, my gaze locked on Greg’s tear-streaked face. “You thought you could have it all, Greg. Your ‘freedom,’ your lies, and me. But you were wrong. This marriage is over before it even began.”

Greg lunged toward me, desperation etched into every line of his face. “Lilith, please! I’ll change. I’ll make it right. Just give me another chance!”

I stepped back, out of his reach, my voice as cold as the betrayal I felt. “There are no second chances for someone who can’t even respect the vows they took.”

I turned to Marianne and James, offering them a small nod. “You can deal with him now. I’m done.”

Without another glance at Greg, I grabbed my robe, slipped it on, and walked out of the room. His cries followed me down the stairs, but they no longer held any power over me. As I stepped outside into the cool night air, I felt an overwhelming sense of relief.

I was free—from his lies, his betrayal, and the illusion of a perfect love that had never truly existed. And as I walked away from the house, I knew this was not the end of my story. It was only the beginning of something stronger, something real—something that Greg could never take away from me.

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