It was the day I had dreamed of since I was a little girl. Every detail had been planned meticulously—even the exact placement of each napkin. My snow-white dress, flawless makeup, elegant hairstyle, and delicate bouquet made me feel like the heroine of my own fairy tale. The restaurant hall rang with applause as my husband and I exchanged rings. Everything seemed perfect.
In the courtyard, a small fountain trickled quietly, adding a touch of charm to the summer evening. I even thought briefly about how stunning it would look in the photos.
When it was time to cut the wedding cake, our guests gathered eagerly, phones ready. Cheers of “Kiss!” mingled with laughter and music. I lifted the knife, my husband placed his hand over mine, and we began slicing the cake together.
Then, out of nowhere, he scooped me up in his arms.
At first, I smiled, thinking it was a romantic gesture. But within seconds, I realized he wasn’t heading to the dance floor or a toast… he was going straight for the fountain.
Before I could react, I plunged into the icy water. My dress clung to me, my shoes filled with freezing water, my hair fell into my face, and my makeup ran. The shock hit instantly.
The crowd froze—some chuckled awkwardly, others gasped.
And him? He laughed. Loudly. Carefree. Like it was the funniest thing in the world.
I didn’t laugh. I felt hurt, humiliated.
Months of planning, nearly half a year’s income spent on my dress, every detail crafted to make this day magical… and now I stood drenched, shivering, makeup ruined, and embarrassed.
I climbed out of the fountain, trembling, tears mixing with the water dripping from my face.
Meanwhile, my husband kept laughing, joking with friends. “Wasn’t that awesome?” he said.
But I wasn’t in the mood for jokes.
I approached him slowly, locking eyes.
—Oh, you find this funny?
Then I did something I don’t regret. I threw the rest of the wedding cake at him.
The guests gasped.
—Now that you’re humiliated like me—we’re even.
—Thank you for showing your true face on the very first day. Now I don’t have to waste my life trying to figure out who you really are.
The divorce will be tomorrow.
