From the very beginning, I knew this wedding would be the perfect stage to unveil a secret. Greg thought he had everything under control, but little did he know, I was the one with my finger on the trigger.

Our wedding with Greg? It was straight out of a fairytale. Greg stood at the altar, grinning like a man who’d just unlocked the door to a perfect life. But for me, it was the curtain call on a beautiful deception.

The reception unfolded like a dream—a symphony of champagne toasts, laughter drifting across the lawn, and his parents playing the part of picture-perfect in-laws.

And me? I was the leading lady, playing my role to flawless perfection.

I smiled, even danced with Greg, pretending everything was perfect. But inside, I was just counting the moments until I could drop the bomb.

As the night stretched on, Greg’s eagerness grew. His hands lingered too long, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. But I was locked in my own thoughts, focused on my plan.

When the last of the guests had left and his parents retreated to their rooms downstairs, Greg guided me to the master suite—a gift from his parents for our first night as husband and wife. He shut the door behind us, and the air in the room shifted instantly.

He moved toward me slowly, his hands grazing my wedding dress. “I’ve been waiting for this all night,” he whispered against my neck.

“So have I,” I replied, my smile steady.

He unzipped my dress with care.

As the fabric fell to the floor and I turned around, I saw the moment everything he believed in crumple right before his eyes.

Across my torso stretched a temporary tattoo, so realistic it was almost chilling—Sarah’s face, his ex-girlfriend, etched into my skin. Beneath it, the words he had whispered to her the night before our wedding:
“One last taste of freedom before being stuck with the same body forever.”

Greg’s world shattered as he dropped to his knees. “No… this can’t be happening…”

“How did you know?” he stammered, eyes wide in disbelief.

“Sarah couldn’t wait to rub your betrayal in my face,” I said, my voice cold. “So I made sure you’d never forget it.”

Footsteps echoed in the hallway, and before I could say another word, Marianne and James—his parents—burst into the room.

“What’s going on?” Marianne demanded, her eyes quickly scanning the scene.

Her face drained of color as her gaze locked on the tattoo. James, always the quiet one, didn’t need to speak. His clenched jaw and fists spoke volumes.

“It’s simple,” I replied, my tone unnervingly calm. “Greg cheated on me. With his ex. The night before our wedding.”

Marianne sank onto the edge of the bed, visibly stunned. James stood frozen, his anger simmering beneath the surface. Greg, still on the floor, broke into sobs.

“Gregory,” James growled, his voice low and dangerous. “Is it true?”

Greg didn’t answer.

“He slept with her,” I confirmed, my words cutting through the room. “And he told her he needed ‘one last taste of freedom.’”

Marianne’s breath hitched as she let out a choked sob. James’s eyes burned with fury, a quiet storm of rage building inside him.

Greg, desperate, tried to justify himself. “It was a mistake… I didn’t mean to…”

“It wasn’t a mistake,” I interrupted, my voice sharp as a knife. “It was a choice. You betrayed me. And now you face the consequences.”

He fell to his knees, begging. “Please, Lilith… I love you…”

I couldn’t help but laugh, the sound bitter and cold.

“You love me?” I scoffed. “Greg, you don’t even know what love is. If you did, you wouldn’t have done this.”

He crawled toward me, his voice breaking. “Please… I’m begging you.”

I took a step back, my gaze unwavering. “It’s over. You destroyed us the moment you went crawling back to Sarah.”

James took a step forward, his presence thunderous as he towered over his son.

“Get up,” he commanded, his voice a low growl. “Stand up and face what you’ve done.”

Greg slowly rose, looking every bit the broken man in his wrinkled tuxedo, his face streaked with tears—his pride, his dignity, his future, all crumbling before him.

I turned to his parents, my resolve unshaken.

“I’m leaving,” I said, my voice steady and resolute. “He’s your problem now.”

“Lilith, please,” Greg cried out, one last plea, his voice raw with desperation. “Don’t go…”

But I was already done. I grabbed a robe, wrapped it around me, and covered the tattoo, as if the fabric could somehow shield me from the pain. I walked toward the door.

“Lilith!” Greg’s voice cracked as he screamed after me. “I can change! I’ll fix this!”

I didn’t look back. There was nothing left to say.

As I descended the stairs, James’s voice—low and seething with fury—cut through the silence like a whip:

“This is what you did, Greg. You ruined everything.”

Then the sound of Greg’s broken sobs echoed through the house, but it didn’t reach me.

I stepped out into the night, my head held high.

Free from the lies.

Free from the betrayal.

Free from Greg.