Our wedding day had been perfect—at least that’s how it looked from the outside. Greg couldn’t stop smiling, and everyone kept saying we were the picture of happiness. But beneath my bright facade, fear pressed on my chest. I’d carried a secret for months, one I had convinced myself I could keep buried until after the wedding.
When the reception ended, we went to the house his parents lent us. In the master suite, Greg was practically glowing as he unzipped my dress. But the moment it hit the floor and he saw what I’d been hiding, everything shattered.
His face twisted in shock.
“No… no, no, no! Who are you?” he whispered, collapsing to his knees.
I stood trembling, exposed and unable to explain. His perfect day—our perfect day—crumbled in seconds. The silence between us was thick with heartbreak. In that moment, I knew what I’d lost: his trust, his joy, and the future we’d imagined together.