On Our Wedding Night, I Took off My Wedding Dress, When My Husband Saw What Was Underneath, He Ran Away in Tears
MY HUSBAND RAN AWAY IN TEARS AFTER I TOOK OFF MY WEDDING DRESS ON OUR WEDDING NIGHT.
So, my wedding day with Greg was perfect. His parents spent a fortune to make it unforgettable, and Greg couldn’t keep his eyes off me. All day, he whispered sweet things in my ear, clearly excited for our first night as husband and wife.
When the reception ended, we went to the house his parents let us stay in. The moment we got to the master suite, the tension was palpable. Greg was all smiles as he started to unzip my wedding dress, anticipation in the air. But as the dress hit the floor, I turned to face him, and his expression changed instantly.
His face twisted into shock and horror. “No… no, no, no!” His voice cracked as he fell to his knees, hands trembling. “Oh my God! Who on earth are you? 
“No, this can’t be happening!” My husband’s excitement for our wedding night turned to horror the moment I slipped out of my wedding dress, revealing the secret I’d been hiding all day. The perfect facade I’d maintained crumbled, exposing a truth he never expected.
The day had been a fairytale — Greg waiting at the end of the aisle with that boyish grin, thinking this was the beginning of our perfect life together. But I knew better. While Greg believed this was our happy-ever-after, I had been sitting on a secret that would shatter it all.
The wedding was flawless. Champagne flowed, laughter echoed, and Greg’s parents beamed with pride. The whole day was a dream come true — for him. As for me, I was playing the part, smiling at the right moments, laughing at jokes, and dancing with my new husband. But inside, I knew it was only a matter of time before the truth would come crashing down.
As the evening wore on, Greg’s eagerness for our wedding night was palpable. His touches lingered, his smile too eager. He had no idea that tonight wasn’t going to end the way he imagined.
We said our goodbyes, thanked the guests, and made our way to the suite Greg’s parents had so generously offered for our first night as husband and wife. As he closed the door behind us, I could feel the shift in the air — the anticipation thick. He came toward me, his hands already reaching for the zipper of my dress. Read more below
