From the start, I knew this wedding would be the perfect backdrop to reveal a secret. Greg thought he had it all figured out, yet he didn’t know, I was the one holding the detonator.

My wedding with Greg looked like something straight out of a fairytale. Greg stood at the altar, beaming. To him, it marked the beginning of our perfect life. But to me, it was the end of a beautiful lie.

The reception played out like a dream—champagne toasts, laughter floating across the lawn, his parents acting like the perfect in-laws.

And me? I played my part to perfection.

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Smiling, even dancing with Greg as if everything were fine. But inside, I was just waiting for the right moment to drop the bomb.

When the night wore on, Greg grew more eager for our wedding night. His hands lingered too long, his eyes shined with anticipation. But I was focused on my own plan.

After the guests left and his parents retreated to the guest rooms downstairs, Greg led me to the master suite—gifted to us by his parents for our first night as husband and wife. He closed the door, and the air in the room instantly shifted.

He approached me slowly, hands on my wedding dress. “I’ve been waiting for this all night,” he whispered against my neck.

“So have I,” I replied with a smile.