The wedding was perfect laughter, champagne, and smiles all around. Greg stood proud, believing our life was just beginning. But I carried a secret beneath my dress, waiting for the right moment to reveal it. The night’s magic was about to shatter forever.

As the guests left, Greg’s excitement grew; he was eager for our first night alone. His hands trembled as he unzipped my dress, expecting something beautiful and new. Instead, he found a tattoo — a painful reminder of his betrayal. His face crumbled, shock and heartbreak washing over him.

The tattoo was of his ex, Sarah, with words he’d whispered to her just the night before. Greg collapsed to his knees, unable to speak or face what he’d done. His parents rushed in, stunned by the revelation of his infidelity. The truth echoed loudly in the silent room Greg had cheated.

I stood firm, my heart breaking but my voice steady. Greg begged for forgiveness, but his words rang hollow. I walked away from the ruins of our wedding night, free at last from lies and betrayal. The man I married was gone, replaced by a stranger I could no longer trust.