MY HUSBAND RAN AWAY IN TEARS AFTER I TOOK OFF MY WEDDING DRESS ON OUR WEDDING NIGHT
So, my wedding day with Greg was perfect. His parents spent a fortune to make it unforgettable, and Greg couldn’t keep his eyes off me. All day, he whispered sweet things in my ear, clearly excited for our first night as husband and wife.
When the reception ended, we went to the house his parents let us stay in. The moment we got to the master suite, the tension was palpable. Greg was all smiles as he started to unzip my wedding dress, anticipation in the air. But as the dress hit the floor, I turned to face him, and his expression changed in an instant.
His face twisted into shock and horror. “No… no, no, no!” His voice cracked as he fell to his knees, hands trembling. “Oh my God! Who on earth are you?
“No, this can’t be happening!” Greg’s anticipation turned to horror when I revealed the tattoo of his ex beneath my wedding dress. All day, I’d been playing my part—smiling, laughing, dancing like everything was perfect. But I knew the truth.
After our reception, Greg eagerly led me to the master suite, ready for our wedding night. But when I took off my dress, his excitement turned to shock. The tattoo of Sarah, his ex, stretched across my torso, a cruel reminder of his betrayal.
“No, no, no! This can’t be happening!” he sobbed. His parents, Marianne and James, barged in, stunned.
I calmly explained, “Greg cheated on me the night before our wedding.”
Greg, unable to answer, collapsed in tears. His father, full of rage, confronted him, while I made it clear: I was done.
As I left, Greg begged, but I wasn’t swayed. I was free from him, from the lies, from the betrayal.
