The Bride Who Knew Too Much.

From the very beginning, I knew that this wedding would be the perfect stage to reveal a secret. Greg thought he had everything under control, but I was the one carrying the bomb ready to explode.

Our wedding day was straight out of a fairy tale. Greg stood at the altar with a radiant smile, as if I were the prize of his life. To him, it was the beginning of a perfect life together. To me, it was the end of a carefully constructed lie.

During the reception, everything appeared flawless: toasts, laughter, dancing under the garden lights, his parents playing the perfect in-laws. And me? I performed like a pro. I smiled, joked, danced. I was the ideal bride. But inside, I was waiting for the right moment to let the truth rise to the surface.

Greg couldn’t wait for the wedding night. His eager hands and eyes full of desire revealed his anticipation. But I was on another wavelength — mentally counting down the seconds until the final act.

When the guests had left and Greg’s parents had gone to their guest rooms, he led me to the master suite of the house his parents had given us. He shut the door with excitement. The air in the room was thick with anticipation.

He came close and gently began to unzip my dress. “I’ve waited all day for this,” he whispered.

“So have I,” I replied with a faint smile.

When the dress slipped off my body and fell to the floor, I slowly turned — revealing what was underneath: a realistic temporary tattoo across my torso showing the face of Sarah, his ex-girlfriend, and the exact phrase he told her the night before the wedding:

“One last taste of freedom before being stuck with the same body forever.”

Greg turned pale. His eyes widened in horror, and he stepped back.

— “No… this isn’t happening…”

He dropped to his knees, hands covering his face.

— “How did you find out?”, he asked, voice trembling.

— “Sarah made sure I knew. And I made sure you remembered.”

At that moment, Greg’s parents burst into the room, alarmed.

— “What’s going on here?” Marianne asked, seeing her son kneeling and the tattoo on display.

She went pale. James, his father, clenched his fists, visibly furious.

— “It’s simple,” I said. “Greg cheated on me. The night before the wedding. With his ex.”

Silence.

Marianne sat on the edge of the bed in shock. James stepped forward, stiff and tense.

— “Gregory… is it true?”

He said nothing, ashamed.

— “He slept with her,” I confirmed. “He said he needed one last goodbye to freedom.”

Greg tried to justify himself, through tears.

— “It was a mistake, Lilith! I… I never meant to hurt you…”

— “But you did. It wasn’t a slip-up. It was a conscious decision. You chose to cheat.”

He begged for forgiveness. Said he loved me. That everything could be fixed.

I just laughed — dry and cold.

— “You don’t know what love is, Greg. If you did, you wouldn’t have done what you did.”

Greg crawled toward me, on his knees.

— “Please, Lilith… don’t leave me…”

I took a step back.

— “It’s over. You ruined everything.”

James, with restrained anger, said:

— “Get up and face the consequences.”

Greg stood shakily, tears soaking his face, dignity in ruins.

I looked at his parents and said, coldly:

— “I’m leaving. Now he’s your problem.”

Greg tried to stop me one last time.

— “Lilith, please… give me a chance…”

But I had already decided. I put on a robe, covered the tattoo, and walked to the door.

— “Lilith!” he shouted, desperate.

I didn’t respond.

The last thing I heard was James’s firm voice:

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

And Greg’s sobs echoing through the house.

I descended the stairs with calm steps and my head held high, feeling something I hadn’t felt in months: freedom.

Free from the lies.
Free from the betrayal.
Free from Greg.

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