And him? He was laughing. Loud, carefree laughter, as if it was the funniest thing he’d ever done.

I didn’t. I felt hurt and humiliated.

I had poured months into preparing for this moment. My dress alone cost nearly half a year’s income.

Every detail had been crafted to make this day magical. And now, I stood dripping wet, makeup ruined, dress ruined, shivering—and deeply embarrassed. I climbed out of the fountain, trembling.

My tears were indistinguishable from the water dripping off my face. Meanwhile, my husband continued to laugh, joking with his friends, saying something like, “Wasn’t that awesome?”

But I wasn’t in the mood for jokes.

And then I did something I don’t regret at all.

I approached him slowly, looking straight into his cheerful eyes.

— Oh, you find this funny? And I threw the rest of the wedding cake at him. The guests gasped.

He fell silent. — Now that you’re humiliated like me — we’re even. — Thank you for showing your true face on the very first day.

Now I don’t have to waste my life trying to figure out who you really are. The divorce will be tomorrow.