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.

He carefully unzipped my dress.

When the fabric hit the floor and I turned around, I watched as his entire world collapsed in front of me.

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