No, this isn’t possible! When I undressed, my husband’s excitement for our wedding night was replaced by fear.
After hiding the truth about what was underneath my clothes all day, it was now time to share this startling discovery.
It was almost time for the beautiful bubble we were living in to pop. However, I didn’t want to pop it just yet.
With champagne glasses clinking, laughter resonating over immaculate lawns, and Greg’s parents acting as devoted in-laws, the celebration seemed to go on forever. Ultimately, didn’t their ideal little kid deserve the ideal little day?
And me? I fulfilled my role. When someone told us a joke, I laughed and smiled at the appropriate times. I even went out and danced with Greg as if nothing was wrong.
Greg felt he knew who I was. He believed he understood me completely, but he was mistaken.
Greg was getting quite excited about our wedding night as the evening went on. Not that he was attempting to disguise it, but he couldn’t.
His smile was too big, and his touches stayed too long. I was on stage, performing a role that had been written for me before I had ever decided to wear the garment. But my script was different.
At last, we said our guests farewell, thanking them for their attendance and accepted their praises for how lovely everything had been. We had solitude because Greg’s parents were in the guest rooms downstairs, and he was eager to bring me upstairs.
As he guided me to the master suite—which his parents had kindly allowed us to use on our first night as husband and wife—his hand grew tighter around mine. So lyrical.
With a virtually euphoric expression, he shut the door after us.
The enthusiasm in the audience began to feel almost tangible as the atmosphere changed. As he approached me with his hands already reaching for my wedding dress’ zipper, I could see it in his eyes.
He whispered, “I’ve been waiting all night for this,” hot and hopeful as he breathed against my neck.
I gave him a little, covert smile that he was unable to see. “Me too.”
He unzipped my dress very carefully. I remained motionless, heart pounding. He exuded confidence and eagerness for what lay ahead. He was completely clueless.
I turned slowly when the dress finally dropped to the ground. I will always remember the expression on his face upon discovering what lay beneath. He had the appearance of a man teetering on the verge of a cliff and attempting to maintain his balance.
“No…” His tone broke, just barely audible above a whisper. “No, no, no! This cannot be taking place!
My body was covered in a tattoo of Sarah, Greg’s ex-girlfriend, that extended to my waist. Beneath her face, etched flawlessly, were the words he’d spoken to her the night before our wedding: “One last taste of freedom before I’m bound to the same body forever.”
Yes, it was just temporary. But Greg was unaware of that. His knees gave way beneath him, it was that real.
“How were you aware of this?” With tears in his eyes, he stared at the tattoo.
I spit out, “Sarah was only too happy to rub your betrayal in my face.”
His voice was heavy with regret as he wailed, “I didn’t mean it.” “I really apologize; I didn’t mean it!”
We heard the footsteps at that point. James and Marianne barged through the door, their worried expressions obvious.
“What’s happening?” Marianne looked from me to her son, who was crying, and her voice quivered. Her eyes landed on the tattoo. Her countenance turned pale.
“It’s easy,” I answered. “Greg betrayed me.”
Marianne’s piercing, incredulous cry filled the room. Greg’s dad, James, was motionless in the doorway. He was always the calm one, the one who let Marianne take care of the showbiz. However, this? Even he found it difficult to swallow this.
He was not a guy of many words, but he said all he needed to by the way his jaw tightened and his hands clenched. In his look, everything was all right.
A brief period of quietness elapsed between us. The truth was oppressive and weighed so heavily that it hung in the air. Greg remained on the ground, his hands tightly clutching his hair as though it would prevent him from collapsing entirely.
Marianne’s lips trembled as her eyes returned to Greg. “Greg? Is this accurate?
She approached him with a faltering step and a frail voice, as if she were pleading with him to convince her that what she was seeing wasn’t true and that her son couldn’t have committed such a terrible act.
Greg remained silent. He was unable to. His shoulders shook and his chest was filled with sobbing, causing his entire body to tremble.
“Tell me!” Marianne’s voice broke due to the strain of her incredulity. “Convince me it’s not true!”
James moved to the front. Even though his face was ashen, I could see the rage burning beneath it. With his hands clenched into fists and an almost unbearable hatred pouring from his entire body, he towered over Greg.
“Gregory,” he said, his voice menacingly low. “Is this accurate?”
Greg was still unable to muster a response. Even after his sobs subsided, he was still a crumpled heap on the ground, unwilling to accept the truth of what he had done. I made the decision to intervene.
With a voice that cut like a knife through the tension, I blurted, “He slept with her the night before our wedding.” Before he was confined to the same body indefinitely, he informed her he needed “one last taste of freedom.”
With a sob that seemed to be strangled, Marianne collapsed onto the bed’s edge, her entire world crumbling around her.
James became gloomy. He looked down at his son with a scowl on his face. His look was one of conflicting disgust and disappointment.
His voice tight with rage, he yelled, “You’ve disgraced this family.” “You are so daring? In what way could you betray Lilith in this way?
Greg’s eyes went crazy with fear as his head snapped up. He gulped out, scarcely audible, “I’m sorry.” “This wasn’t what I intended to happen. I—I committed an error.
“A slip-up?” My voice rose in incredulity as I echoed.
“You think it was a mistake to sleep with your ex the night before our wedding?” As I took a stride toward him, the anger I had been suppressing suddenly surfaced. “No, Greg, you made a decision. A premeditated, purposeful decision to turn against me. You’re now having to pay for it.
Greg turned to face me, eyes wide with desperation and covered in tears. I love you, Lilith. Please, please, please. I had no intention of any of this occurring. I’ll take whatever action! Please, just don’t go from me.
Then I laughed, a hollow, chilly sound that reverberated across the space.
Love this? You cherish me? I shook my head, shocked by this. “Greg, you have no idea what love is like. You wouldn’t have done what you did if you had. You wouldn’t have deceived me in such a manner.
His hands trembled as he grabbed for me, his eyes beseeching. “Please… I ask you to please.
I took a step back, allowing him to fall short, my eyes emotionless and hard. Greg, I’m done. This has concluded. The once you made the decision to return to Sarah, you destroyed us.
James, his father, moved forward at that moment, his voice a deep growl.
“Stand up,” he commanded Greg, at last losing patience. “Stand up and acknowledge your actions.”
After a brief moment of hesitation, Greg gradually raised himself to his feet, his knees still trembling beneath him. With tears streaming down his face and his life collapsing around him, he appeared incredibly pitiful in his rumpled wedding suit.
I turned to look at James and Marianne; they were still coming to terms with the fallout. James’s look was one of disappointment and rage, while Marianne’s was red and swollen from crying.
With a calm and firm tone, I declared, “I’m leaving.” This was my final choice. “You can handle him right now.”
Greg pleaded, “Lilith, please,” one final time, his voice cracking. “Please don’t leave.”
However, I had already finished. Reaching for my robe, I moved away from him and the chaos of our wrecked wedding night. I moved in the direction of the door after sliding it over my shoulders to hide the tattoo.
Greg called after me, “Lilith,” with a desperate tone in his voice. “I’ll do better! I’ll put things right!
However, I didn’t even try to reply. It was all over for me to say.
James’s angry and low-pitched voice echoed through the quiet as I left the room. “Greg, this is what you did. You’ve made everything terrible.
Then came Greg’s pathetic tears. Though they reverberated throughout the house, his cries missed me. With each step I took down the stairs, I felt lighter. I had no restrictions. Free from the treachery, free from the lies, and free from him.
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