Greg’s dream wedding crumbled on our wedding night. As the perfect facade I had maintained all day fell away, the truth shattered his excitement. Beneath my dress was a temporary tattoo of Sarah, his ex, along with his damning words to her from the night before: “One last taste of freedom before I’m bound to the same body forever.”
Greg collapsed in shock. I revealed Sarah had told me everything. His guilt unraveled before me, but it didn’t end there. His parents burst into the room, demanding answers. When I exposed his betrayal, his mother broke down, and his father seethed with disgust. Greg’s apologies meant nothing.I made my decision: the marriage was over. Leaving Greg to face the consequences of his choices, I walked away, finally free.
