“No, this can’t be happening!” My husband’s anticipation for our wedding night turned to horror when I took off my wedding dress.
I’d been keeping the secret of what lay beneath my dress all day, but it was finally time to expose a shocking revelation.
I had a perfect fairytale wedding. Greg stood at the end of the aisle, beaming like he’d just won the lottery.
See, Greg thought this was the start of our perfect life together, but I knew the truth.
That perfect bubble we were living in was about to burst. But not yet, not until I was ready to pop it.
The reception went on like a dream — champagne glasses clinking, laughter echoing across the perfectly manicured lawns, and Greg’s parents playing the role of doting in-laws. After all, their perfect little boy deserved the perfect little day, didn’t he?
And me?
I played my part. I smiled at the right moments and laughed when someone told us a joke. I even danced with Greg like everything was just fine.
Greg thought he knew me.
He thought he had me all figured out, but he was wrong.
As the night wore on, Greg’s anticipation for our wedding night became almost unbearable. He couldn’t hide it, not that he was trying to.
His touches lingered too long, and his smile was too wide.
I felt like a performer on stage, playing a part that had been written for me long before I even agreed to put on the dress.
But I had my own script.
We finally said our goodbyes to the guests, thanking them for coming and accepting their compliments about how beautiful everything had been.
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