From the start, I knew our wedding would be the perfect stage for revenge. Greg thought he was marrying the love of his life—he had no idea I already knew he’d cheated on me with his ex, Sarah, the night before. The wedding was flawless. I smiled, danced, and played the role of the blissful bride, all while waiting for the right moment to drop the bomb.
That moment came in the master suite, gifted to us by his parents. As Greg unzipped my dress, his excitement turned to horror. Across my torso was a temporary tattoo: Sarah’s face and Greg’s words to her—“One last taste of freedom before being stuck with the same body forever.”