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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