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

I took off my dress on the night of our wedding. My Husband’s Emotional Response Shocked Me Out

I Removed My Wedding Dress on Our Wedding Night. My husband fled in tears as soon as he realized what was underneath.

“No, this isn’t possible!” My husband’s joy for our wedding night turned to fear as soon as I undressed. I’d spent the whole day hiding what was under my clothes, but today was the perfect opportunity to reveal this shocking revelation to the world.

It was the stuff of fairy tales, my wedding. Greg stood at the end of the aisle, grinning brightly as if he’d won the lottery. You see, Greg thought that this was the start of our perfect life together, but I knew better.

The wonderful bubble we were living in was about to burst. I didn’t want to pop it just yet, though.

The celebration appeared to go on forever, with champagne glasses clinking, laughter echoing across spotless lawns, and Greg’s parents playing the part of loving in-laws. In the end, didn’t their dream child deserve to have the dream day?

And me? I did my part. I occasionally smiled and laughed when someone told us a joke. As if everything was fine, I even went out and danced with Greg.

Greg thought he understood me. He thought he understood me perfectly, but he was wrong.

As the evening wore on, Greg began to get really enthusiastic about our wedding night. He couldn’t hide it; it wasn’t like he was trying.

His touches were too long, and his smile was too broad. I had never chosen to wear the item, but I was on stage playing a part that had been written for me. However, my script was not the same.

Finally, we said our guests farewell, acknowledging their kind words about how wonderful the entire event had been and thanking them for coming. Greg was excited to take me upstairs, but we were alone because his parents were staying in the guest rooms downstairs.

His hand tightened around mine as he led me to the master suite, which his parents had graciously permitted us to use on our first night together. So poetic.

His expression was almost ecstatic as he closed the door behind us.

As the mood shifted, the audience’s joy started to feel practically physical. I could see it in his eyes as he walked over to me, his hands immediately reaching for the zipper on my wedding dress.

He placed his hot breath on my neck and said, “I’ve been waiting all night for this.”

I smiled at him, a small, secret smile that only I saw. “Me too.”

He carefully unzipped my dress. I just stood there, heart palpitating. He was so confident and excited about what was ahead. He had no idea at all.

When the dress finally fell to the floor, I turned very slowly. I’ll never forget the look on his face as he realized what was underneath. He looked like a man who was about to fall down a cliff and was struggling to stay upright.

“No…” Just barely discernible above a whisper, his tone cracked. “No, no, no! This cannot be happening!

Sarah, Greg’s ex-girlfriend, had a tattoo that went from my upper back to my waist. The words he’d said to her the evening before our wedding, “One last taste of freedom before I’m bound to the same body forever,” were perfectly engraved beneath her face.

Indeed, it was only momentary. Greg, though, was ignorant of that. It was real; his knees buckled beneath him.

“How were you aware of this?” He looked at the tattoo, tears in his eyes.

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

With a tone full of shame, he cried out, “I didn’t mean it.” “I really apologize; I didn’t mean it!”
That’s when we heard the footsteps. James and Marianne strode through the door, their anxious looks clear.

“What’s happening?” Marianne’s voice trailed off as she turned from me to her weeping kid. Her gaze came to rest on the tattoo. Her face became pallid.

“It’s simple,” I said. “Greg betrayed me.”

A piercing, incredulous shriek resonated around the room from Marianne. James, Greg’s father, stood still in the doorway. He consistently exhibited composure, allowing Marianne to handle the spotlight. But this? This was hard for even him to swallow.

He was not a verbose man, but the way his hands clinched and his jaw tightened stated all he needed to. His expression said that everything was fine.

There was silence for a little while between us. The weight of the truth hung in the air, oppressive and heavy. Greg was still on the ground, his fists clenching into his hair as if it would keep him from falling apart completely.

Marianne looked back at Greg, her lips quivering. “Greg? Is this correct?

She walked toward him trembling and spoke in a weak voice, as though she were asking him to persuade her that what she was seeing wasn’t real and that her son couldn’t have done such a horrible thing.

Greg said nothing. He could not. His body trembled all over, shoulders shaking and wailing all over his chest.

“Tell me!” Marianne’s voice cracked from the pressure of her disbelief. “Convince me it’s not true!”

James took a step toward the front. His face was pale, but beneath it I could see the anger seething. He towered above Greg, his hands locked into fists and an almost unbelievable hatred radiating from his entire body.

“Gregory,” he growled in a low, frightening voice. “Is this accurate?”

Even so, Greg was unable to respond. He was still a rumpled mess on the ground when his tears stopped, unable to face the reality of what he had done. It was up to me to step in.

My voice cut through the tension as I said, “He slept with her the night before our wedding.” Before he was confined to the same body indefinitely, he informed her he needed “one last taste of freedom.”

Marianne let out a choked sob and fell to the edge of the bed, feeling as though everything had crumbled around her.

James became solemn. He cast a disdainful glance down at his son. His expression was one of mixed disappointment and revulsion.

“You’ve disgraced this family,” he cried out, his voice taut with wrath. How bold are you? How could you have been so betrayed by Lilith?

Greg’s head snapped up, and his eyes went insane with horror. “I apologize,” he stumbled out, hardly audible. This was not my desired outcome. I—I made a mistake.”

“A slip-up?” I echoed, my voice rising in disbelief.

“You think it was a mistake to sleep with your ex the night before our wedding?” I walked toward him, my long-suppressed rage suddenly coming to the surface. “No, Greg, you took a stand. A deliberate, planned choice to turn against me. It is now your responsibility to pay for.

Greg turned to look at me, tears welling up in his eyes and wide with anguish. Lilith, you are amazing. Kindly, kindly. I didn’t intend for any of this to happen. I’ll do whatever has to be done! Just don’t leave me, please.

Then I laughed, a cold, hollow sound that echoed through the room.

Love this? You are fond of me? Startled by this, I shook my head. Greg, you have no idea what true love is like. If you had, you wouldn’t have done those things. You wouldn’t have tricked me like that.

His eyes pleaded, hands shaking as he reached for me. Please… Please do what I ask of you.

I stepped back, letting him fall short, my gaze steely and cold. “Greg, I’m done. This has come to an end. You ruined us the moment you decided to go back to Sarah.”

At that moment, his father James stepped forward, his voice a low growl.

“Stand up,” he ordered Greg, finally losing patience. “Stand up and acknowledge your actions.”

Greg hesitated for a second before slowly pulling himself up, his knees still shaking beneath him. He looked so pathetic in his wrinkled wedding suit, tears flowing down his face and his life crumbling around him.

I glanced over to James and Marianne, who were still processing the consequences. Marianne’s expression was puffy and red from crying, while James’s was one of disappointment and wrath.

I simply said, “I’m leaving,” in a steady, calm voice. “You can handle him right now.”

Greg’s voice cracked as he begged, “Lilith, please,” one last time. “Please don’t leave.”

But I had already completed. I moved away from him and the pandemonium of our ruined wedding night, reaching for my robe. I put it over my shoulders to cover up the tattoo, then made my way toward the entrance.

Greg screamed out to me, “Lilith,” in a frightened tone. “I’ll go back!” I’ll correct the situation.

I didn’t even attempt to respond, though. For me, it was too late to say.

I heard James’s low-pitched, angry voice as I was leaving the room. “This is what you did, Greg. You have ruined everything.

Then Greg started crying, helpless. His cries echoed across the house, but they didn’t hurt me. I felt lighter as I down the steps, step by step. I was unrestricted. Free from him; free from the falsehoods; free from the betrayal.

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