On Our Wedding Night, I Took Off My Dress – My Husband’s Emotional Reaction Left Me in Shock

On Our Wedding Night, I Took off My Wedding Dress – When My Husband Saw What Was Underneath, He Ran Away in Tears

“No, this can’t be happening!” When I undressed, my husband’s excitement for our wedding night changed to terror. I had spent the entire day concealing what was underneath my clothing, but now was the right moment to make this startling discovery public.

My wedding was the stuff of fairy tales. Grinning broadly as if he had won the lotto, Greg stood at the end of the aisle. See, Greg believed that this was the beginning of our ideal life together, but I was aware of the reality.

It was almost time for the beautiful bubble we were living in to pop. However, I didn’t want to pop it just yet.

With champagne glasses clinking, laughter resonating over immaculate lawns, and Greg’s parents acting as devoted in-laws, the celebration seemed to go on forever. Ultimately, didn’t their ideal little kid deserve the ideal little day?

And me? I fulfilled my role. When someone told us a joke, I laughed and smiled at the appropriate times. I even went out and danced with Greg as if nothing was wrong.

Greg felt he knew who I was. He believed he understood me completely, but he was mistaken.

Greg was getting quite excited about our wedding night as the evening went on. Not that he was attempting to conceal it, he just couldn’t.

His smile was too big, and his touches stayed too long. I was on stage, performing a role that had been written for me before I had ever decided to wear the garment. But my script was different.

At last, we said our guests farewell, thanking them for their attendance and accepted their praises for how lovely everything had been. We had solitude because Greg’s parents were in the guest rooms downstairs, and he was eager to bring me upstairs.

As he guided me to the master suite—which his parents had kindly allowed us to use on our first night as husband and wife—his hand grew tighter around mine. So lyrical.

With a virtually euphoric expression, he shut the door after us.

The enthusiasm in the audience began to feel almost tangible as the atmosphere changed. As he approached me with his hands already reaching for my wedding dress’ zipper, I could see it in his eyes.

He whispered, “I’ve been waiting all night for this,” hot breath full of promise as he pressed against my neck.

I gave him a little, covert smile that only I could see. “Me too.”

He unzipped my dress very carefully. I remained motionless, heart pounding. He exuded confidence and eagerness for what lay ahead. He was completely clueless.

I turned slowly when the dress finally dropped to the ground. I will always remember the expression on his face upon discovering what lay beneath. He had the appearance of a man teetering on the verge of a cliff and attempting to maintain his balance.

“No…” His tone broke, just barely audible above a whisper. “No, no, no! This cannot be taking place!”

The tattoo of Sarah, Greg’s former partner, extended from my upper back to my waist. Beneath her face, etched flawlessly, were the words he’d spoken to her the night before our wedding: “One last taste of freedom before I’m bound to the same body forever.”

Yes, it was just temporary. But Greg was unaware of that. His knees gave way beneath him, it was that real.

“How did you know?” With tears in his eyes, he stared at the tattoo.

“Sarah was only too eager to rub your betrayal in my face,” I yelled.

“I didn’t mean it,” he wailed, guilt filling his voice. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean it!”

We heard the footsteps at that point. James and Marianne barged through the door, their worried expressions obvious.

“What’s going on?” Marianne looked from me to her son, who was crying, and her voice quivered. Her eyes landed on the tattoo. Her countenance turned pale.

“It’s easy,” I answered. “Greg cheated on me.”

Marianne let out a piercing, unbelieving cry that echoed throughout the space. Greg’s dad, James, was motionless in the doorway. He was always the calm one, the one who let Marianne take care of the showbiz. However, this? Even he found it difficult to swallow this.

He was not a guy of many words, but he said all he needed to by the way his jaw tightened and his hands clenched. In his look, everything was all right.

A brief period of quietness elapsed between us. The truth was oppressive and weighed so heavily that it hung in the air. Greg remained on the ground, his hands tightly clutching his hair as though it would prevent him from collapsing entirely.

Marianne’s lips trembled as her eyes returned to Greg. “Greg? Is this accurate?

She approached him with a trembling gait and a frail voice, as if she were pleading with him to convince her that what she was seeing wasn’t true and that her son couldn’t have committed such a terrible act.

Greg remained silent. He was unable to. His shoulders shook and his chest was filled with sobbing, causing his entire body to tremble.

“Tell me!” Under the strain of her incredulity, Marianne’s voice broke. “Tell me it’s not true!”

James moved to the front. Even though his face was ashen, I could see the rage burning beneath it. With his hands clenched into fists and an almost unbearable hatred pouring from his entire body, he towered over Greg.

“Gregory,” he snarled, his tone menacing and low. “Is this true?”

Greg still couldn’t bring himself to answer. Even after his sobs subsided, he was still a crumpled heap on the ground, unwilling to accept the truth of what he had done. I made the decision to intervene.

Saying, “He slept with her the night before our wedding,” my voice was like a razor slicing through the tension. “He told her he needed ‘one last taste of freedom before he was bound to the same body forever.'”

With a sob that seemed to be strangled, Marianne collapsed onto the bed’s edge, her entire world crumbling around her.

James got serious. He looked down at his son with a scowl on his face. His look was one of conflicting disgust and disappointment.

His voice tight with rage, he yelled, “You’ve disgraced this family.” “You are so daring? How could you be so disloyal to Lilith?”

Greg’s eyes went crazy with fear as his head snapped up. He stammered out, “I’m sorry,” his voice hardly audible. “This wasn’t what I intended to happen. I—I committed an error.”

“A mistake?” My voice rose in incredulity as I echoed.

“You call sleeping with your ex the night before our wedding a mistake?” I took a stride toward him, the anger I’d been suppressing suddenly surfacing. “No, Greg, you made a decision. A premeditated, purposeful decision to turn against me. You’re now having to pay for it.”

Greg turned to face me, eyes wide with desperation and covered in tears. “I adore you, Lilith. Please, please. I had no intention of any of this occurring. I’ll take whatever action! Please, just don’t go from me.”

Then I laughed, a hollow, chilly sound that reverberated across the space.

“Love me? You hold affection for me?” I shook my head, shocked by this. “You have no idea what love is like, Greg. You wouldn’t have taken those actions if you had. You wouldn’t have deceived me in such a manner.”

His hands trembled as he grabbed for me, his eyes beseeching. “Kindly… I ask you to please.”

I took a step back, allowing him to fall short, my eyes emotionless and hard. “I’m through, Greg. This has concluded. The instant you made the decision to return to Sarah, you destroyed us.”

James, his father, moved forward at that moment, his voice a deep growl.

“Get up,” he commanded Greg, at last losing patience. “Get up and face what you’ve done.”

After a brief moment of hesitation, Greg gradually raised himself to his feet, his knees still trembling beneath him. With tears streaming down his face and his life collapsing around him, he appeared incredibly pitiful in his rumpled wedding suit.

I turned to look at James and Marianne; they were still coming to terms with the fallout. James’s look was one of disappointment and rage, while Marianne’s was red and swollen from crying.

I said in a calm, steady voice, “I’m leaving,” and that was it. “You can deal with him now.”

Greg pleaded, “Lilith, please,” one final time, his voice cracking. “Please don’t go.”

However, I had already finished. Reaching for my robe, I moved away from him and the chaos of our wrecked wedding night. I moved in the direction of the door after sliding it over my shoulders to hide the tattoo.

Greg called after me, “Lilith,” with a desperate tone in his voice. “I’ll turn around! I’ll put things right.

However, I didn’t even try to reply. It was all over for me to say.

James’s angry and low-pitched voice echoed through the quiet as I left the room. “Greg, this is what you did. Everything is wrecked by you.”

And then came Greg’s helpless tears. His screams reverberated throughout the house, but they spared me. With each step I took down the stairs, I felt lighter. I had no restrictions. Free from the treachery, free from the lies, and free from him.