Our wedding was nothing short of a fairy tale, it marked the end of a long and carefully constructed illusion.

From the beginning, I knew this wedding would be my stage for a final act of vengeance. Greg was blissfully oblivious, thinking this was the start of his happily ever after. But in reality, I was the one who had orchestrated the entire scene, and he was the unwitting pawn in my game.
Our wedding was nothing short of a fairy tale. The flowers were arranged like something from a dream, and Greg stood at the altar, glowing with happiness. To him, this was the moment his life would truly begin. But for me, it marked the end of a long and carefully constructed illusion.
The reception was an elaborate charade—champagne glasses clinking, laughter filling the air, Greg’s parents acting as if we were the picture-perfect couple.
And I? I was playing my role flawlessly. Smiling, laughing, dancing with Greg as though everything was perfect. But deep down, I was counting the minutes, waiting for the right moment to reveal the truth.
As the evening progressed, I could see the desire in Greg’s eyes. He was eager, hands brushing against me a little too long, his anticipation building. But I couldn’t care less about that. I was focused on my own plan.
When the last guest had left and his parents retreated to their guest rooms downstairs, Greg finally led me up to the master suite—a gift from his parents for our wedding night. As soon as the door clicked shut, the tension in the room became palpable.
Greg moved toward me, his hands on the fabric of my wedding dress. “I’ve been waiting for this all night,” he whispered, his breath hot against my neck.
I smiled, a cold edge in my voice. “So have I.”
He began to unzip my dress slowly, each motion deliberate. When the dress fell to the floor, I turned to face him, and that’s when everything changed.
On my torso, in full view, was a temporary tattoo. But it wasn’t just any tattoo—it was a haunting image of Sarah’s face, his ex-girlfriend. Above it were the words he had whispered to her the night before our wedding: “One last taste of freedom before being stuck with the same body forever.”
Greg’s face drained of color, and he dropped to his knees, his voice barely audible. “No… this isn’t happening…”
“Surprised?” I asked, my voice ice-cold. “Sarah couldn’t wait to rub your betrayal in my face. So I made sure you’d never forget it.”
Before he could respond, heavy footsteps echoed in the hall. Marianne and James, his parents, burst into the room, their eyes wide with confusion.
“What’s going on?” Marianne asked, her gaze darting from me to Greg, still kneeling on the floor.
She froze when her eyes fell on the tattoo. Her face turned white, and James clenched his jaw, his fists balling up at his sides.
“It’s simple,” I said, my voice unwavering. “Greg cheated on me. With his ex. The night before our wedding.”
Marianne’s face crumpled, her hand flying to her mouth. James didn’t need to speak—his silence and clenched fists said it all.
“Gregory,” James growled, his voice filled with rage. “Is this true?”
Greg didn’t answer, his gaze averted.
I didn’t wait for him to speak. “He slept with her,” I confirmed. “And told her he needed ‘one last taste of freedom.’”
Marianne let out a strangled sob, and James’s eyes were burning with fury.
Greg tried to explain, his voice weak and pleading. “It was a mistake… I didn’t mean to…”
“No,” I interjected sharply, my voice rising. “It wasn’t a mistake. It was a choice. A choice to betray me.”
Tears welled up in Greg’s eyes as he fell to the floor, sobbing. “Please, Lilith… I love you…”
I let out a bitter laugh. “You love me? Greg, you don’t even know what love is. If you did, you wouldn’t have done what you did.”
He continued to beg, but I was done listening. There would be no more chances, no more second-guessing.
I looked at his parents, their expressions a mix of disappointment and shame. “You’ve raised a liar and a coward. I hope you’re proud of what he’s become.”
Marianne looked at her son, broken-hearted, while James stood rigid, unable to say a word. The truth had been exposed, and there was no undoing it. Greg’s lies had unraveled, and now it was time for him to face the consequences.
But I was no longer interested in saving him. This wedding, this night—it was my triumph, not his. And I would walk away from it all, leaving him to pick up the pieces of his shattered world.
I turned and walked towards the door, my dress trailing behind me like a ghost of the woman I used to be. The life I had imagined with Greg was gone, replaced with something stronger—freedom.
And I was ready to embrace it.