“No, this can’t be happening!” My husband’s excitement for our wedding night turned to horror the moment I slipped out of my wedding dress, revealing the secret I’d been hiding all day. The perfect facade I’d maintained crumbled, exposing a truth he never expected.
The day had been a fairytale — Greg waiting at the end of the aisle with that boyish grin, thinking this was the beginning of our perfect life together. But I knew better. While Greg believed this was our happy-ever-after, I had been sitting on a secret that would shatter it all.
The wedding was flawless. Champagne flowed, laughter echoed, and Greg’s parents beamed with pride. The whole day was a dream come true — for him. As for me, I was playing the part, smiling at the right moments, laughing at jokes, and dancing with my new husband. But inside, I knew it was only a matter of time before the truth would come crashing down.
As the evening wore on, Greg’s eagerness for our wedding night was palpable. His touches lingered, his smile too eager. He had no idea that tonight wasn’t going to end the way he imagined.
We said our goodbyes, thanked the guests, and made our way to the suite Greg’s parents had so generously offered for our first night as husband and wife. As he closed the door behind us, I could feel the shift in the air — the anticipation thick. He came toward me, his hands already reaching for the zipper of my dress. Read more below
